P.S. I hate you

You and me
we used to be,
no longer are you in my dreams,
my mind is clear of your dirty tricks
and my body free of your touch,
now who's the b***h
you psycopathic freak,
your the one who must pay,
never will I come to your door,
All the pain I went through... and what for?
I'll be glad if I never hear your name,
cuz all it is to you is a dirty little game,
I hope your happy
and I wish you luck but never will I think of you,
you will think of me,
this I garentee,
cuz then you'll realize what you missed,
and what you threw away,
I may be your trash,
but I'm another mans treasure,
and that's all I have to say