I guess it’s flattering in a
Fucked up tragedy sort of way
That she made me feel like that
Out of jealousy.
Better to have loved and lost but
They only say that when they’re fine
Nobody wants to admit it when they’re not
They just get quiet and protest.
I wonder what it’s like to know
You’re worthless, I couldn’t if I wanted to
I know what it’s like to be made to feel that way
But I can’t imagine being such a thing
You were the worst of all of them
Congrats on your trophy
I guess it’s my fault for not noticing.
I should’ve been more choosy.