This is the last time
In which I'll speak of you
And this is the last time
I'll waste my words on you
Because I have something
So much better to write about
I think that I'll call this
My anthem for closure
Pages and pages of wasted words
In the letters I sent to you
Well I am sorry Words
That I wasted you on her
You could have been used for something good
Held you in, then fired you out
But Words, you are a lot to swallow
When you're going down with pride
This self abusive self-indulgence will get the best of 
me
This self abusive self-indulgence will get me 
eventually
I'm sure that she burned you
Or she crumpled you or at least she cursed you
Said mean and hateful things that seemed to be directed 
at you
But I'm here assuring you
That they were meant for me
And that I am sorry Words
I feel your pain cause she hurt me too
So what if I made it up
You got all worked up over nothing
And who cares if it's not fair
You have to walk away with something.
This self abusive self-indulgence will get the best of 
me
This self abusive self-indulgence will get me 
eventually.