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break out the fine china

stab me with the knife

I wasnt your first choice

I couldnt be your life

maybe I was the fly in your soup

spinning stupidly

until you called someone else

to come to you and replace me

or maybe I was just like

the ice in your glass

only there to cool things off

when the hotness passed

was I just the salad

which you started out

until the next course came along

then you had your doubts

what about the dessert?

was that the best part?

your sugar coated secret

that somehow stole your heart

exactly who was your

breakfast, dinner, and lunch?

I think your full of it

you've had to much

and so have I

you've had your taste

in the end all thats left

will be waste

when I'm long gone

you'll miss me on your plate

you've eaten away to much of me

I hope it tasted great

there wont be anything here for you

I wont become the left-overs

when your hungry

I'll shrug my shoulders

your appetite keeps growing

when will it go away

one things for certain

I'm not the special today