Break-up

He pops up into my mind
First thing in the morning,
And yet he's gone.
Miss him so bad everyday,
Feeling so sad and miserable,
And yet he's gone.

I can't believe I'm still crying
I can't believe he's gone for real.

And I keep wondering
If he ever thinks about me...
I thought I was special to him,
Obviously I was just fooling myself.
When it hurts too bad I take a razorblade
And cut my skin, wishing it was his.

I can't believe I'm still crying
I can't believe he's gone for real.

Although he wasn't the good-looking type,
At the time it felt right, warm and safe.
He had the face of an asshole,
His body was a wreck, flesh all flabby
And skin spreading everywhere,
At the time I was proud not to care.

I can't believe I'm still crying
I can't believe he's gone for real.

I felt so confident right away
Thought he was caring and attentive
When he was being overwhelmingly intrusive.
He acted like he knew everything
About me, my life, my choices
Like he could read my mind.

I can't believe I'm still crying,
I can't believe he's gone for real.

He was so self-assured and arrogant,
I felt so little around him,
Awfull, empty, meaningless,
Let him took away so much.
He brought the fragility out of me...
Well, he really fucked me up.

I can't believe I'm still crying
I can't believe he's gone for real.

And now that he's gone
I found my old self back.
Me, myself and I, we get along
Quite well, and life's good again.
Desire, hope, enlightenment,
I do enjoy myself.

I can't believe I was crying
I'm so much better off without him.

And I'm the one with problems
Guess what, I bet you'll never fuck
Someone as hot as I am.
I wish you years of shitty sex
Hope you'll be bored to death
And have to think about me to come.

I can't believe I was crying
Over such a failure.