With an E

I hope you know who I am and I hope you know what you lost
I keep playing this scenario over and over again in my head
Where I see you and you see me and we don't say a word
But we speak volumes to each other
You're mistakes pile up and although I'm no saint, you are scum

I feel the bubbles begin to form inside my blood
Heat takes over my body and I don't care how many inches you add up to
I would ruin you if the chance came my way

I feel my skin crawl knowing that you've touched what is mine
The teeth inside my mouth grind back and forth and I can taste hate
I would ruin you if the chance came my way

It makes me sick knowing we've done similar things to hurt a heart so true
It makes me sick being compared to you
I threw up a little bit while I was writing this
It tasted like pride and I swallowed it down
I hope you choke on yours