Secondhand Romance with Alternative Endings

Revenge is my new best friend
Envy’s my downfall for you
Hell hath no fury like my demise
I hope you burn with what you put me through

Though I do regret, I also can’t forget
You won the war, but the aftershock hadn’t started yet
And though I hate to hate, I hate that I loved,
You made it too hard for me to pass up

Our love was defined by crooked minds
Your false regret won’t help me forget
The pretty lies playing puppets in your eyes
You fake the deep debt your cheating implies

You said you never meant to hurt me
And you honestly expect me to believe
But, believe me, I’ll mean the things I’m about to do
Darling, beware; I’ve got plans for you

I hate my ignorance during our secondhand romance
It was a drug addiction that killed me with its affliction
I hate the ugly truths more than the naive lies
Our romance was abused and the end was inevitable to arise

And I also hate those alternative endings
Waste sleep, thinking things could have been different
Wasted my summer coddled in seasons of love
Now I stay up past ungodly hours watching endless Rent

Playing voodoo with a doll that looks like you
It won’t hurt me like you did; neither heal me with a kiss
I’d rather not admit it, but your lies did have their own bliss
But now there’s nothing left to feel but sarcasm as I reminisce

You really think that our story’s ended,
That the lights have blacked out on our play’s last act
But there’s this epilogue I wrote, so our tragedy’s extended
It’s the last bit of my type of justice that’s still intact

With wicked satisfaction, and unbelievable ease
I cut out your face in the photographs of our memories
I’ve wasted enough days with break-up songs holding too much truth
Now that I can see through your ways, I’m sick, I’m done, goodbye to you