I hate the way you make me feel-- Like I'm less than I am. Like I'm less than you. Like I'm not worth a damn. Was it something I did? Or was this your plan all along? No matter where I was, You made me feel I didn't belong. Last night I woke up crying Because all my dreams were shattered, When you tossed me aside As though I never even mattered. Well, that's the last tear That I'll ever cry for you. And that's the last dream That I'll ever let die for you. Don't worry about me, I'll be just fine. Get on with your life, And stay the hell out of mine.