Do you come around here often?
Of course you do
But what I don’t get is why
When you have nothing to say to me
You can still pop on by
And enjoy my downfall
You know, as stupid as it makes me,
One word from you and I’d come running
But you can’t speak those words
Oh no, but you can sit there
In your isolated little tower
And lob insults and comments anonymously
Whenever you think it has to do with you
Woe be to the next girl to break my heart
She’ll have a challenge to live up to
Because you do it again and again
You’ve made it a fine art
All I have to do is be almost over everything
And you find a way
And I’ll never understand what I did
To engineer such hatred
Nothing I said or did
Could’ve ever done you harm
So why you keep torturing me
I guess I’ll never know
And until the end
You’ll likely sit thete
Assuming everything I say
Is aimed in your direction
The truth be damned by your opinion
And I be damned with it
