How Do You Think It Feels?

When you revealed your betrayal, the ONE THING that I asked you was not to bring him to gigs, so as not to rub it in my face.

So I turn up to the gig last night, and who is the first person I see, but HIM?

How do you think it feels, for me, to watch you, standing onstage, singing the song I wrote about how much he hurt me, singing those words "I know you felt that click when our heads aligned, but did I make you sick, when our bodies intertwined" with him standing up front, oblivious, staring at you like a lovestruck puppydog?

How the FUCK do you think that feels?