Saint Veronica's fair -
The grounds of where I am
I spotted you walk in -
With another guy
You held hands - pain in my stomach
I'm jealous

He owns the right to your wet cold hands
That I once did own

You're nothing special to him -
Unlike in my world
My memory's photographing every second
Spent with you
You're wearing a green shirt -
That exposes your back and pants I've
Never seen you wear before

I hate you with a fire of a thousand suns
But I love you with the weight of a million seas
I'd be anything you'd want me to be
What more could you ask for

Lying to me like this you should be ashamed
Lied so much I can't see your face
All I can make out are pictures and
Memories that I'll stare at and reminisce
For centuries