I'm done.
I'm finished.
This is incomplete.
Life is meaningless
And I want to die
And all that jazz.
Is he the only one that gets to feel this way?
She puts his feelings ahead of mine,
But it's fine
Because I've known for a while what the score was.
She's his and he's hers
And that's fine.
But I need her too.
We're supposed to share.
But they hog each other.
It's not fair.
