I guess I have a vendetta
A vendetta against me being happy.
I never thought I’d regret her
Between this and our finale
We weren’t meant to be
We’d have never worked
We weren’t going to be happy
I guess we were both extremely overworked.
I loved you so much I could barely breathe
Now I’m left here, breathless with another feeling,
A feeling of hatred but also love
How can I cope with this feeling?
I thought we were perfect
But now it’s time to write our eulogies
To what I thought was love,
But was actually heartbreak.
