Cried for you

I am a soldier, and a wounded one at that
Totally shattered, into tiny shards of glass

I am a poet catching in on clichés
Broken, beating, with the keys throwing away
You always loved my lyrics, well here are the words of the day

I fucking cried for you
I fucking cried for you
You ripped the heart out of my chest and held it high like a golden medal
Now the world knows you're the best and won the battle
Well fuck you too

I am a novelist, with no pen to write my story
A genius in a padded room, a warehouse with no more inventory

I'm a poet catching in on clichés
Broken, beating, with the keys throwing away
You always loved my lyrics, well here are the words of the day

I fucking cried for you (how's that for an evidence)
I fucking cried for you (how's that for an evidence)
You ripped the heart out of my chest and held it high like a golden medal
Now the world knows you're the best and won the battle
Well fuck you too

If I could start this song over, I would sing about my love
How amazing and pretty you are, and how I could never write enough

But I fucking cried for you (how's that for an evidence)
I fucking cried for you (how's that for an evidence)
You ripped the heart out of my chest and held it high like a golden medal
Now the world knows you're the best and won the battle
Well fuck you too