…
Just look back at the evidence.
A few wild rhymes out of structure,
I’d be the one, if the love had struck her.
I’m a memory bank to your repressed old past,
calculated and set apart, I bet you forgot that part.
I’ll be the kingdom come of your own worst hate,
the one you left; when you told me it was a little too late.
And every word that came out of your mouth
seemed to be designed by a higher power to wipe me out.
You’ll never have your way, because every word I say
will scar you forever, and I swear you’ll think about it every day.