It's not okay.

Mm. I loved him.

As I gaze towards the sky, my thoughts are on only you.

You and your sick mind games.

You and your lies.

You and your fake love.

You.

You used me for more than a year.

And I was warned that this was true.

But I didn't believe them.

That's called trust, baby.

I trusted you.

So tell me.

How can you walk right past with your nose in the air.

Like we haven't shared anything at all.

Like the whole world is going to get on their knees and bow to you.

Or get on their knees for other reasons.

Like me.

Let me clear up something for you.

You are not the king.

You are not as amazing as you think you are.

You are not great.

And you are not the best.

And everything you have done to me; is going to come back around to bite you in the a*s.

Karma's a f****r.

You'll get yours.