Bastards always know. [with a hint of deep sarcasm]

Just so you know,
I would punch you in the face
if I wasn't a lady.
Ladies don't do that sort of thing.
Must keep up appearances--
though reputations have turned to nothing.

I lost,
because you lost sight of everything.
You lost yourself,
and I lost everything.



And oh,
you can continue to worry.
I'm sitting here, looking in my drawers
for the thing you almost took.
I keep my secrets from everyone,
keep them hidden underneath.
And you'll never know for certain
whether or not it's true.
Because, knowing you,
you've already made up your mind
and are through.

Well, whoop-di-doo.
You're past me and onto something new.
Enjoy the empty nothingness ahead of you.
Fuck me for believing it, and fuck you, too.