...

Creative juice can flow at last
Without the aid of someone loved
Netsua has long since passed
And Brask remains a figment of

Imagination - all it is
Just a way to pass the time.
Just clever little aliases
And now they're gone and I feel fine.

She continues to make her list
Of boys she's loved - Just tally marks
It grows with every one she's kissed
She couldn't help but break their hearts.

Or maybe I'm the only one
Who felt like I had been betrayed
Maybe all the others simply
Went along their merry way

At last my eyes can finally see
She's just another teenage girl
Another girl that once loved me
She didn't really mean the world

She'll keep this game up for forever
At least she is aware of that
Aware of what she does to us
What seems good now won't stay intact.