That’s what goes through my head when your name is mentioned.
Your name is bitter poison in my mouth.
I bet you sleep real cozy at night. Not a worry, not giving a fuck about what you did.
You’re satisfied with yourself, because I’m the one who got blasted,
Who got destroyed, who got tainted.
Because I’m the one who got painted.
Painted in bad light.
Drawn into a character who no one likes, the one who gets the short end of the stick.
And it really makes me sick
How you ended up being the one on top.
No bruises, no scratches.
You’re despicable, you know that?