Was it fun when you just came and took what wasn't yours?
Was it fun, when you kept saying the same excuses knowing I'll forgive you?
Was it fun knowing you had me where you wanted me?
Was it fun putting me through this knowing damn well I was still a child?
Was it?

Did you have fun watching my misery?
Did you have fun putting more weight on my shoulders than I could carry?
Did you have fun seeing the pain in my eyes when I came home?
Did you even have fun knowing you lost me?
Did you?

But now, is it fun when I stopped trying?
Is it fun giving you what's left of me without putting up a fight?
Is it fun knowing that I just stopped caring?
Is it fucking fun knowing that the person who let you in now has new locks on her door?
Was any of this "fun?"