I Was Doing Fine Without You

Is it over?

This war that we have

Is it over?

Doesn't matter because you took my heart and threw it into a bulldozer

 

I don’t think I’ve ever been more sad

Acceptance for the part of me that’s mad

 

So I’m taking back what’s mine

Not to claim

Just in hopes that I’m not the one to blame

 

The Backstabber

Sure got a kick out of this

Bloody hands in exchange for the love of his

Instrumental start

Torn through the motions of being apart

 

And so what if The Beauty Queen and The Artist aren’t meant to be?

It means nothing but everything to me

 

Over the love of what?!

The love that neither of us deserve

Fighting to the death

Blade to the curve

Of the jugular

Jealousy didn’t kill me

It was her

 

Love will always be too much to bear

When the love chokes you to death

No room for the affair

Robbed of air

 

01/14/16

 

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