What Goes Around

I'm writing this today in sorrow,
And it's on time I had to steal and borrow,
The torture of what you did lingers on,
Into the memories of yesterday's dawn.

But all of this pain and understanding isn't for me,
It's because of her I hope that you will see,
What you made her do and put her through,
Maybe one day karma will serve up what's due.

I was put through the feeling of being used,
But that's nothing, it's her that you abused.
Different isn't a word that applies here,
Especially after you made her cry a single tear.

You're typical to the sterotype of worthless men,
And it's with this pain she can begin,
To see that there are better out there,
And there are guys who really do care.

Soon enough you'll feel the pain of every tear she shed,
And that after all the girls you had in your bed,
You've caused the means to your end,
And you'll soon have destinys will in which to bend