Well, whoop-Dee-doo,

Good for you.

I guess you got your wish…

And I bet you don’t

Even care;

About how much it hurt…

You sadistic, bastard:

I bet you’d enjoy it!

Which is why,

I won’t be the one to tell you…

Won’t be the one to cry

For you…

Oh, it hurts.

Oh, it burns.

Oh, how I’ll smile

Anytime you glance at me.

Because I won’t let you see;

How much it’s killing me…

And let you add

Insult to injury.

Guess you got your way,

Once again…

You always do—

Except with me.

Maybe that’s the thing

You hate about me…

Well you got your way,

Far as I can tell.

Good for you,

But I won’t sweeten the deal.

I won’t give you my tears.

I won’t cry for you,

And let you know this pain I’m feeling.

I’ll just

Suffer in silence

And watch you with your

Damn, damn pride…

Guess you finally

Got a dent in my heart…

Ain’t that what you wanted all along?

Got me to feel…

Got me to break…

Got me down on my knees

Begging for escape…

                      For relief…

And you didn’t even really do

A goddamn thing.

Got your way, again.

Didn’t care about anyone else, again.

You injured a heart, or two.

Kicked dirt in a face, or two.

Brought to their knees

A person, or two.

Hurt a person, or two.

And brought a tear or two

To an eye or two,

Maybe more…

But, hey—

At least you

Got your way…