Use, abuse and drop. U.

Use, abuse and drop. Use, abuse and drop. Use, abuse and drop.
There is a pattern of pain. And the pain isn't yours, it's what you've
caused.
I was stupid as the one before me, as he was as stupid as the one
before him.
I was stupid as the one after me, as he is as stupid as the one that
will be after him.
Stupid, blind to inevitability. But who can blame when you place
blinkers upon our sight.
I guess it is proof that they exist, when despite the pain, I still
hope that pain is not what you will feel when it comes to end.
The pattern of use, abuse and drop.
Or is that retribution for the pain that you have caused that you know
that you will never be happy, because you can't stop the pattern of
use, abuse and drop.

Your too happy to be aware of the pain you've caused. And I guess it
must be great to live life without a conscience.

U

And it's all so easy for u.
U pretend to ureself that it's not, so that u feel some pain to prove
to ureself that ure not that person. But u are. That's who u are. And
if u don't like it u can be sure that I don't like it anymore than u
do. And it'll be difficult to deal with for u, but not as difficult as
it has been, will be, for the people u have hurt, will hurt.

Go on, drop it. Break it, make it hurt. Drop it.
But she doesn't drop it.
She throws it to the floor.
I don't know what hurts more; my heart being shattered into pieces or
that it was she that did it.