Your concept of love is garbage
Or maybe it's that you didn't love me
You won an Oscar for 'Actor of the Year'
An expert at hurting me
And I was just an extra in your whole scene
The last show ended and my seat stayed empty
Your script didn't turn out the way that you wanted
All of that was pure fiction
There was no camera and no action
Your final show flopped
It didn't go the way that you wanted
And you'll cry, I know that you're going to regret it
You'll never get another one like me
I'm not saying it with rage
Nor do I act like I'm wise
But to me this already feels like a joke
And I didn't give you my whole life
To be your consolation prize
And do everything your way
Just to be your second choice
I, who gave you my whole life
Thinking that you were one in a million
Doing everything your way
Just to be your second choice
The last show ended and my seat stayed empty
Your script didn't turn out the way that you wanted
All of that was pure fiction
There was no camera and no action
Your final show flopped
It didn't go the way that you wanted
Your concept of love is garbage