The More the Merrier

Well, sweetheart, we’ve gone our separate ways
and surprisingly enough I think I might be okay
you’ve got her and I’ve got me
and after so long, I finally feel free

until now I’ve been holding my breath
so I wouldn’t smell the stench of love’s death
but now knowing there’s nothing to wait for
there’s no point of me waiting for more

there’s nothing to regret about the past
it wasn’t love, it wasn’t going to last
I’ve accepted that all you are, are memories
and who you’ve become is my enemy

it wasn’t me, it was all you
I’m sorry you can’t handle the truth
but I can, and I refuse to pretend I’m not upset
you know I’m not someone you’ll ever forget

it’s ironic, you ended up choosing her
nothing but a slut, nothing but a whore
I’m not jealous of my old competition
but I admit I don’t approve and this is my petition

the more the merrier, three’s a pair
you wish I’d cry, but I wouldn’t dare
I’d rather laugh at your mistake
so there’s nothing more of me to take