Where are you now?

Do you think of

The little girl who dared love you?

Can you feel her heart breaking?

Does it hurt?

Did you care?

I didn't think so.

Guys like you don't even blink,

When you tear.

You tear hearts like slips of paper, and,

Without thought, let then fall to the

Cold.

Hard.

Ground.

It's a sport.

Who do you think you are,

Heartbreaker?

You are nothing

You are no one.

Nothing to me.