Queen of Vanity

I should be sad and broken
Shedding silent tears,
Crying over you
This should be hard for me to grasp
You should be hard to lose

I feel nothing
No sadness, no pain
I'm happy you've gone away
You can take your bullshit
And take all your lies
I don't care anymore
It comes as no surprise
Because you are so fake
Mentally & emotionally vacant
Intellectually bland, it's true
And I'm so done with you

Your "I'm too good for you" repertoire,
Chanel, Coach and your stupid luxury cars
You give them all your shallow heart
In the end, all you'll have is your vanity
All your "precious" sparkly profanities
Alone in your house built on loving dreams
A whisper spoken in the silence loneliness sings
You gave up a friend for a pile of worthless things

And I, I won't miss you at all, Queen of Vanity