Over iets dat speciaal was voor mij, maar het blijkbaar niet was voor hem.



Boy, she must be happy now
She laughs about out loud.
Now that she’s wearing the crown
The curtains close, I’m out


I get on stage once more
One last song I want to sing
About the special thing we had
which didn’t mean a thing


I taste vomit when I think
Of what you just have done
You couldn’t have gone lower
Than where you now have gone


You couldn’t have cut deeper
It couldn’t have hurt more
You used me like you used her
For you I’m just a whore


I’m just another girl
Another puppet in your play
And you are the director
It all goes your way


I can’t stop them from falling
Behind my back she sneers
You might feel awful but
You don’t deserve these tears


Is this the script you wrote?
To kill the love that died?
If this is your happy ending,
You’d better learn to write.