Isn't it funny
How everything you work for is forgotten
Isn't ironic
How you met her when you met me
Isn't it luck
when you regain something you lost
Isn't it wrong
even though you might take to rights
Isn't sorrow
when you cry over someone who you can no longer see
Isn't it sad
when you make a choice to leave
Isn't it disgusting
at how you can still stand yourself
Isn't it hurting you
to be around him pretending you both are still friends
Isn't it your fault
that you pushed me to him
Isn't it sad
that i can stand up to the truth, but you can't