Nobody cries over losing the consolation prize

You don't get to judge me for how I cope

With pain you caused and the absence of hope

I found God at the bottom of a bottle

for the first time my life isn't at full throttle

next time you shatter I'll be nowhere in sight

would you rather have silence or square off for a fight

I'm dying inside from all the lies in your honesty

Knowing the truth is there but lack the ability

to be true to yourself, and see the real world

and you're too self-absorbed to see the insults you've hurled

I know it's unfair to say this, and that you are pained

but we're both hurting now, and nothing's been gained