If I knew the words of your deepest revenge
I’d read them over and over again
I’d sit and read until I understood
How disdain painted you your livelihood.
However, I do wonder how things might’ve been
If I hadn’t been so incredibly thin.
It’s simply sad, but only because I never knew
That there wasn’t anything I needed to prove to you.
Now I know that your revenge wasn’t meant for me,
But for someone else you never got to know clearly.
The person you really wished you knew
Was never me, but really you.