You think it’s over,
it’s not.
Not even close.
I’m not done with you.

What we had was good,
you just didn’t see it.
You seen what he wanted you to see.
You let him ruin it.

You want him?
Fine.
I hope you’re happy.
But I can see you’re not.

He doesn’t say the things I do.
He doesn’t treat you the way I do.
He doesn’t care like I do.
He will never love you the way I do.