Let me hurt you, and ask you if it hurts…
(Anyway, what you did before was worse. You hurt me without even asking if it does hurt.)
Does it hurt when I tell you
How I enjoyed last night
Being with my new special friend?
Does it hurt when I call you
In the middle of the night
Just to tell you that I’m leaving
And I might not see you for a long time
Because I’m going somewhere
With my new special friend?
Does it hurt when you send me a message,
A long message about your misery,
A long story about your loneliness,
And all I reply is, “I feel sorry for you.”
Does it hurt?
Of course, it does.
So silly of me, why do I have to ask?
I’ve been there.
That’s exactly how you hurt me before.
And now I’m having fun,
Doing to you
Exactly how you sadistically enjoy hurting my heart.
I might’ve never told you.
But I am so sorry (I really am).
Sorry that you are no longer my special friend.
But you can still send me messages.
I promise to reply
unless I’m busy with my new special friend.
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