You and I used to talk about what I went through
And you’d say: “I’ll always be there for you”

But I can’t fill the emptiness with sadness anymore
And you’re not sufficient, that’s for sure

I start to cry for no apparent reason
Remembering your smile as some kind of treason

There were always more of me than others wanted
And your starring into my soul left me haunted

So fuck you and your enigmas obesity
It was nice to meet you, Mrs Deity