There used to be an us,
There used to be a me and you,
But now there’s only you.

You, who occupies my mind twenty-four hours
Of seven days a week.
You, who used to be so sweet and charming.
But now there’s nothing.

You used to call my name
with your soft beautiful voice,
You used to call me beautiful,
But now there’s only your foul mouth that’s full of swearing.

We used to be a smooth boat ride,
But now we’re on a rickety tide.
Everything used to be about you,
but now everything is about me.

There used to be an us,
There used to be me and you,
But now there’s only me.