• Please stop with the tears.
    The mess you made is all yours, dear.
    My decision was not made by just me,
    But by my heart. Besides, you knew this would be.

    Be careful with this game.
    I heard you call her my name.
    You fooled me into such confidence.
    Then tore it down with such a performance.

    I was the court jester, yet my eyes were blind.
    Because I never saw that all were laughing at me at that time.
    Oh but you knew the cause of their laughter.
    Even you were laughing there after.

    Kiss me for all to stare,
    Then turn around and say you never cared.
    I counted the days. I counted the hours.
    I counted the minutes. And I counted the seconds, and seconds after.

    The longing sound of the phone ringing never came,
    As you continued to speak of my name.
    I sat alone in my room, thinking I could wait for you.
    What else was a love-struck girl to do?

    It was by fate we had met,
    But it was by your own doing that I became a bet.
    She would ask you 'Who is she?'
    And your cold response was 'She is nothing to me.'

    Yet your cries are getting louder and more pathetic.
    I close my eyes and count the seconds tick.
    My laughter had to be hidden in me,
    Because I knew you would not see the irony.

    You made me public over night...
    And a disaster within a few months, if I am right.
    You keep crying, 'Leave him, come back to me!'
    Yet I smile and say, 'Just remember, her names not Taylor, it is Abbey.'

    Your tears came to a sudden stop, just as this show.
    Because somehow you thought I would never know.
    I had friends in high-places, and at your school...
    Who informed me on you using me as a tool.

    And now as we come to an end,
    I look back on all that as happened.
    My perfect contentment sits inside of me.
    And I remind you again, 'Remember, sweetie, her name's Abbey.'

    You run out of jokes and games to play...
    You never knew that this would happen this day,
    'Will I ever kiss you again?' you choke out on the phone.
    To that, I laugh. And leave you with a simple dial tone.