...so the guy you left me for doesn't want you anymore, and now you're being forced to cry as many tears as I did when you said goodbye. Now, I'm not one for schadenfreude, but seeing how you've been destroyed by this rejection makes me feel like karma's truly real, and I just can't conceal the pleasure that I get from watching you suffer. The things you did to me when I was your lover are boomeranging back to you so precisely that I can't help but think that someone up there must like me. He nitpicked to find fault in you, then left you for a silly shrew. I bet you asked yourself, "If he preferred that girl to me, how awful must I be?" Well, since that question's on your mind, I'll answer it with one of mine: don't you think it's a bit unfair to bounce without a care just 'cause I hate Silverchair? Now that you've been dismissed by another, you might wanna take me back as your lover; I know that it would be a balm to your ego, but you should've considered that before you let me go. In retrospect, I think you deserved each other. This love triangle burst apart so precisely, and now I can be with someone who actually likes me.