Addicted to an assortment of sadness.

I didn't have to cut you up,
Make like it never happened, 
and we were nothing.
Treat you like a stranger, that must be rough.
Yup, I didn't have to stoop so low,
make my friends collect my records 
and changed my number.

I should be somebody that you used to know by now.
I'm not sorry, though.
I'll even admit I am glad that it was over.