To Be Smug About It

I thought I'd be nothing without you,

Like the world would end,

Look at me now,

Over you.

I should have been this way all along,

You weren't all my type anyway,

Now you're falling off my radar,

A dying signal.

Say we were to meet again, I wouldn't recognize you,

Because I've forgotten all about you,

Your name is Hell,

Till you freeze over I won't quite recognize you.

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