How could you do that to me;
Treat me like some kind of fiend?

How could I end up being used;
Knowing how I felt about you?

How could you rip my heart out;
You know you look beautiful when you pout.

What did I do to deserve this;
You must know how much you'll be missed.

What did you think when we first met;
"He's a sad animal, I'll make him my pet?"

What did you think I wanted with;
Doesn't matter, you just push me around and treat me like a fool.