The feeling grows about you,
and you are not so good as you claim to be,
for you rubbed salt into my wounds when you left me,
and you flaunted a new partner in front of me,
when I was still in misery,
and woe is me and damn you,
for you are not so good as you claim to be,
and you rubbed salt into my wounds,
when you left me,
and I was in so much pain and agony,
and to see you together only brought me jealousy,
and I hated you, though I loved you,
and there was such conflict in me,
and the feeling grows about you,
and you are not so good as you claim to be,
and woe is me, but damn you,
I cannot erase you,
and the feelings from my memory.