The way you look at her,
was the way you looked at me.
The way you run your hands up and down her arms,
was the way you used to do to me.
That crooked smile when she speaks your name,
used to belong to me.
The way you introduce me as your oldest and dearest friend,
makes me want to stab you in the heart, the way that does me.
The way she flirts with other men,
makes me happy on the inside.
The way she laughes at all your jokes even though she doesn't get them,
makes me revel in her stupidity.
The way I can see into the future and see her tearing your heart out and smashing her cigarette into it,
makes me thank God that you will feel the pain that you left for me.
Even if it kills me,
I'll wish you the best.

I hear ya...karma baby...

Loves it, let's drink.