You took everything I owned
And yet
you had the nerve to ask why my house was empty
You pushed me down the stairs
And yet
You had the nerve to ask why my legs were broken
You stabbed me
And yet
You had the nerve to ask why I was bleeding
You went with her
And yet
You had the nerve to think we'd still be friends
You're reading this
And yet
You still have the nerve to ask "What's wrong?"
