This is a little... vindictive.
Well, I hope you're happy with that other girl.
She's not me,
and I'm okay with that.
Not my place to judge why you're setting your standards low,
not my place to judge your choices at all.
If you're happy, what do I care?
I'm just going to let you know she has a pretty bad track-record.
And don't expect me to be waiting for you when you come back,
don't expect me to drop everything for you.
Because I have this other guy,
and I don't just like him for his face.
And speaking of faces,
when you see mine tomorrow,
I hope you realize what you lost.
I hope it tears you apart inside.