Anger and a Bag of Chips

Angry.

So, so angry.

This feeling in the pit

of my stomach eating me alive.

This was you!

How could you make me feel this way

How... How?

Pitiful me.

The cards were always in your hands

And the dice were heavy on that side

You played it so well

I never heard them say 'check'

It's plastered all over the world

What we are not

And you are now

Without me and with her

Don't think I don't know

Because it's reflected in your eyes

And that, my dear,

was your one mistake.

This anger will be gone before long

As will this pitiful trace

I don't need cards to tell me that

and you're nothing to me.

Ciao.