This is awful. What do I do?
Is this old, or is this new?
Seeing old things makes me sick,
To think that he loved her, how could I have been so thick?
He hates her now...I'm glad he does,
She doesn't deserve our loves.
She broke our hearts,
She tore us apart.
But we are together again,
She's dead to us, there's no more pain.
Or there shouldn't be...
Why is this here? Why does it still hurt me?
Is it because she stole him from me?
Is it because she is SHE?
She made us both fall in love with her,
She's a disease and there's no cure.
You live with it, you deal with it,
There's nothing to do but move on.
There's nothing to make