dead and done.
Don’t you miss the way you bled?
Right, when I shot you out of my head.
Don’t you miss that dreadful smoke?
Is that supposed to be a joke?
Don’t you miss the way things were?
I’m afraid it seems to be a blur.
Don’t you miss my helpful words?
‘Hurtful’ is more like the term.
I certainly miss the way you cried.
Like how I did over tons of lies?
We used to be such great friends.
What a shame it had to end.
Now, get this straight, I’ll say it once;
What was in my head is dead and done.