All my words, and all my thoughts;
All that time I wasted, distraught;
Might never have existed and can be forgotten now
Because there’s no point, I’ve already fired the shot.
I was always in the wrong, stubborn and defiant,
Forcing you to be meek and compliant.
But then you found your voice and burst from your prison,
Shocking me into silence, as small as I was once giant.
My history is tinged with bitter irony,
If it wasn’t my own story, I might even find it funny.
I believed that everything stopped when I closed my eyes,
And now my sight is so clear that it even hurts to see.
So I propose a toast: here’s to goddamn stupidity,
I tried living in the past until the future consumed me.
Saying sorry too many times can desensitize the one who is wronged,
So don’t make any mistakes, that’s the moral of my story.
It’s not a mistake if you knew what you were doing,
It’s certainly not one if it wasn’t your boyfriend you were screwing.
A very merry Christmas, and a happy, happy new year,
I resolve not to love, for it is always my undoing.
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