i cry at the northside by the river where i live
and it takes a whole day just to keep me from wallowing in my grief
so much so, i've left my friends
all my plans are a wreckage now
i cry when i see the pictures that you left
and i burn the clothes you used to wear
the ones left in my closet
i somehow feel older now
i bet you're touching yourself
to those girls on your screen
or inviting new ones over
to your penthouse
i bet you're happier on your own
as i'm rotting in places
and i feel bad every time i feel aroused
by someone else
feels like i'm cheating
i feel dirty
i know i shouldn't
i know i deserve to be happy
but you made me so awful
like my life depends on you
and it doesn't
and it shouldn't
i have a life outside of this
so i won't throw my wretched body down this river
no, i won't
i'll be with someone who loves me better
but i don't wish the same for you
