outcasted

look what he did
how he's made me feel
i havent been like this
for a great many years

i can write a poem
i can right a song
put it to music
and even sing along

doesnt make me feel any better
doesnt make the hurt go away
just makes me keep thinking
and makes me angry again

i care and it shows
in everything i do
i try to be a friend
but i only get screwed

if only i coulda seen
forcasted this outcome
i coulda stopped it
woulda never happened

if it wasnt for me
you never woulda met
now i'm on the outside
and he's the fucking best