Winds of change and spaghetti bolognese

I can't pretend,
it hurt when you took that bend
Chose to start that trend and leave me in the dirt all over again.
So instead I'll rewrite what wasn't yours to write.
Second chances you don't deserve,
they aren't the shite,
Never again taking me down from that height.
In these past years the wind stirred and changed.
Think you can stir shit up now?
Then you're simply deranged
Onto better things, ditched the rings,
a better life is meant for me
Putting myself first is best
but not like you'd agree
Cause there is no haze left from our glory days
So I think I'll start a new craze,
with my new man
And some spaghetti bolognese...