Nothing says 'I love you' like a slap in the face. I'd try and make things better, but my efforts are wasted; on shit that wouldn't make the slightest difference anyways. If I were to die right now, I bet you'd celebrate today.
It's not my fault that you're having a bad day. Don't take it out on me.
You can't say you loved me when it's me that you replaced, and I can't say I'm happy when you're everything I hate. Plastic cuts and bruises on my hands and my knees. Nothing can compare to the feelings that I felt today.
Plastic cuts and bruises on my hands and my knees, wondering whether they're from you or me.