Being in that restaurant, crying, and you completely ignoring me
Is now the symbol of our entire time knowing one another -- of everything
I can't get it out of my mind
Everything in that office was a lie -- the safety, the acceptance
It was only OK because I paid you, because we were locked away in private
I felt, I feel, like trash
I am an embarrassment to you
I'm not good enough
I"m ****ing ****
I'm annoying and sad and worthless as ****
I'm not worth jack ****
Why are you even still here?