Free from Her, but Not the Memory.

I was told I belonged,
at the bottom of a pit,
a monster lacking self control,
an evil little shit,
I'd pick fights I knew I couldn't win,
I'd do things,
just 'cause they bore the label 'sin',
I'd kiss girls,
then just leave them there to cry,
told all my teachers,
'Go fall in a hole and die!'
but my heart,
it ached for a friend,
a kindred soul,
who I'd be with till the end,
I thought I'd found her,
but then the end came too soon,
she kissed me then left me,
to weep and croon,
and lick my wounds,
but now I'm back,
my scar tissue makes me stronger,
but I pay her no mind,
I feel no need to wrong her,
for without the crack in my heart,
I would not have smiled again,
she may have been my lover,
but she was never my friend,
yeah it hurt when she left,
that much is clear,
the only time it hurt more,
Was when she was still here.