Attacking me with words.
Receiving this revenge from you
is the worst you could do.
I had my chances.
We all know.

Making excuses to hurt me.
Receiving this revenge from you
is the worst you could do.
She doesn’t know you the way I do.

I knew you when we stood four feet tall
under that old oak tree in the woods
past the little river.
I knew you last summer
on the phone with you for hours,
as if it were only a few minutes in reality.

Your words hit me like a block of ice.
This hurt you seek to give me
puts me in a place I’ve never cared to see.
This place is dark.
Darker than the darkness
at its darkest point.

Receiving this revenge from you
is the worst you could do.