Closing Cost

Okay
 I heard everything you said through that white wooden door
 Crying over him, falling apart on the bathroom floor
 Your words spun excuses but were sold out by your eyes
 I'm nothing more to you than a consolation prize
 I'm just a consolation prize
 And I've sensed revenge
 Though the plot in me tends to steer clear of tying up loose ends
 I refuse to remain your mess
 I've been buried six-feet deep alive in my own unrest
 I can't stand this oppressed
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 Filled with emptiness, I'm penniless, over-drafted trying to impress
 I guess I'll just always stay second-best
 You took my breath away, and I don't ever want it back again
 I've always had a cheap heart, your bank account could always spend
 They say a picture's worth a thousand words
 I scream at yours and still stay unheard
 Maybe I'm just blind and you're just deaf
 Or this is all just wasted breath