I get annoyed when I think of you
So here I am, thinking of you,
Where are you now, what do you do?
Do you ever think of me and if so when?
Do you think of me as a lover, or a friend?
I get annoyed when I think of you,
I hate you and all the things that we used to do,
I would be happy never to see you again,
But then, I am curious, maybe we could try and be friends,
I loved you once, and for what? No really why?
You were not such a great guy,
I was blinded then and couldn’t see,
What was so bloody obvious in front of me,
You used me and treat me like shit,
I don’t think you ever cared, not even one little bit,
But you see I am a nice person, always my downfall, the weakness inside,
Which around you had nowhere to hide,
But you see how you thought your life would turn out so well,
I have a feeling karma came. I heard you fell,
Nothing more than what you deserve,
However the last time I saw you it hit a raw nerve,
You have changed and not for the better, in fact I felt pity,
What happened that you let yourself get so shitty?
“Why do I care?” I hear you say?
Because for all I might not like you, I didn’t want to see you this way,
You see I am stronger now, No longer under your spell,
Thank god for that as we would never have ended well,
I kept my dignity and my charm,
Whereas you, you are now the only one you can harm.