Don't make me laugh.
You think I'm still thinking about you?
You're too narcissistic to see
I don't care anymore.
You can only see yourself.

Somewhere along the track
you broke me,
and the song skipped.
I mistook it for mistake,
but someone took off my sunglasses
and I saw the simple truth.

Have you heard the news?
I hate you.
I'm over you.
And I don't expect you to care.

Sometime towards the end of the song
you left me,
and it stopped playing.
I thought you meant hide and seek,
but someone showed me your ticket
and I saw the simple truth.

You stepped on me one too many times,
your foot print is still on my heart.
But my heart is covered in dirt
from other boys.
Yeah, you're dirt.

Have you heard the news?
I hate you.
I'm over you.
And I don't expect you to care.

This is probably the last time I'll sing for you.
A fitting ending,
pointless and
cold.