Hand in hand,
I looked into his eyes.
It was quite of a distance,
but i still went along with his lies.

He called me names,
I couldn't look at myself.
He blamed me for his mistakes,
as I placed my broken heart on his shelf.

When he was in pain,
I took all of his pain onto my own.
I was his Christ,
but he made me feel like I had it owed.

He only smiles,
when I have my makeup on.
If I wear a short skirt,
it got him turned on.

But when I was at my worst,
sick and in bed.
He says I was stupid,
and hit me in the head.

Stupid was my nickname,
yet for him,
I accepted it.
Stupid was what I was,
and it had seemed to fit.

But if you can't accept me at my worst,
you don't deserve me at my best.
I thought this was love,
but I put your love to the test.

And hand in hand,
I look into this other guy's eyes.
He says that he didn't deserve me,
and he keeps me away from his lies.

He called me his girl,
now I'm okay with looking at myself.
The mirror is not broken,
he patched up my broken heart I left on his shelf.

And when I said I was stupid,
he said those were lies.
And if I were in pain,
he would close his eyes as he cries.

Stupid...
Is not what I am.
And hand in hand,
as I looked into my ex's eyes.
I hit him in the head with a crowbar,
and yelled at him for all his lies.

He was the one who was stupid,
and he had missed out.
So don't come crawling back to me,
don't look at me with that long face and pout.

And if you asked me on who he was,
I would say:

"He
    Was


                                                     STUPID"