you aren't getting me back.

you screwed me over.
again.
and i hate you.
i can honestly say that every ounce of respect i have for you, 
yeah.
it's gone.
and i'm gone.
you're going to see me get better,
and remember everything we did,
and she's going to break your heart,
or you hers,
and you're going to come running back.
it always happens.
and when you do,
i'll laugh at you.
i don't deserve to be your second choice.
and i don't deserve to sit here and wait around for someone who is messing around with other girls.
you're a heartless, no good douche bag. 
they were right about you. 
i should have run as fast as i could,
but i didn't.
i believed you,
and now,
all i get is sick.
sick and tired of you,
and your games.
well,
i'm not playing anymore.
i'm done.
don't flatter yourself by thinking i still love you.
cause i don't.
i hate you.
i hate that i trusted you.
i hate that you used me.
and, yes,
i hate that you're gone.
but i hope you're happy,
just remember what you told me about her once,
she's a bitch.