Maybe.

In another life, maybe I'll be
the one to shatter your heart.

Maybe I'll step on the pieces
and not apologize. Maybe I'll
call you up just to make you
die a little more inside.

Maybe I'll give you false hope
because I can. Say I'm your
moon to your tide.

And still, not once, will I apologize.

In another life, I'll be ruthless. I'll
never say 'please' and my look would
kill and ignite the gleam from your eyes,
all at the same time.

But this is another life. You're the ruthless
and I'm the pieces of the heart you stepped
on because you could. That's the sad reality.

Because you could.