this brand new girl

remember me?

remember when I was something

to you

to them

to me?

that good old girl

she made me smile

and i put up with her shit

because she was my life

and i knew she was forever

that good old girl

she was so innocent

in the broken world

she was the only one

who was more naïve than me

that good old girl

she made me feel loved

though i wasn't really

but she did a damn good job 

of pretending

that good old girl

i wanted to give her the world

because she made me feel

like i had some worth

when i gave her half my soul

that good old girl

she saw me break

and she broke me more

she broke too

and she became a brand new girl

this brand new girl

she is foreign to me

still i smiled and spoke

because i thought she'd come around

just like she always had

this brand new girl

i cannot look her in the eye

i am nothing to her

it took me six months

to realise she'd never forgive me

this brand new girl

is so unbelievably popular

look, there go my friends

her, her, him

off to worship their goddess

this brand new girl...

i tell my friends what she did

and they say they care 

but they don't care enough

to stop worshiping her too

this brand new girl

gets awards for kindness

if only people knew

that she does not fucking care

that she left me 

friendless

scared

self-loathing

worthless

just because i trusted her