The New Girl

Your name written in red, Blood on my sweater,

Your blade in my spine, Hope she treats you better.

Why couldn't you have me back?

Was our love the rose or the lilac?

Was I just a cheaper prozac?

Your very own nymphomaniac?

I'm bleeding Blue, cuz it's all inside

The cage in my heart, unidentified,

My plan for the escape, suicide,

How is my own death, undignified?

Why does she now mean more?

Why is your love, a carnivore?

Is this new or has it happened before,

Guess I just don't matter, anymore.