From the depths of pain I wrote to you
The most vicious words I could muster
Strung together like so many tired songs
I etched just how you made me feel
That desolate feeling

With time and lessons learned, however
I’ve realized the desolate feeling
Is one you shared . . .

‘Cause you’re as empty as you made me
But I’ve recovered
You’re the loneliness you gave to me
But it’s passed
You’re the pain you made me feel . . .
That didn’t last—

And now I realize that all this time
Feeling sorry for myself
There’s no sorrier soul than yours