Who could it be?

Making you smile.

It isn’t me.

Not for a while.

We’ve drifted apart,

But I’ve never strayed.

I gave you my heart,

And that’s where it’s stayed.

Makeup and hair done,

To go to the gym?

I no longer care, hon,

If you are with him.

Confront you about it,

Or let sleeping dogs lie?

By that - I mean you _bitch._

I want you to die.