And everything I thought I knew - you made me trade it all for you...but, frankly, you're not worth it.

I mostly hope you think I miss you and in the end you hope you'll get me, but that's fantasy, untrue as you, and bitter as the hope you left me.

But when you kiss me there's a spark, and I can't remember I'm only food to be consumed like an apple and not loved like a woman.

It's better to have loved and lost than never love at all - I doubt that sorry statement every time I fall.