- WHO HURT WHO? -
I've heard you're running to your friends
 And crying in your beer
About the way I broke your heart
 When we broke up last year.

I beg to differ with your claim
 That you're still worse for wear
From my insensibilities―
 Remember, I was there.

Your backhand comments stung my soul
 And gossip burned my ears,
And when my back was to the wall
 You choked me with my tears.

You sliced me with your razor tongue
 And pierced me with your wit,
Plus your dagger in my back
 Still stings a little bit.

So next time you bemoan our past,
 Include this memory―
I thought that we were breaking up,
 But you were breaking me.