"Aren't you sad he left you?" "He treats me like a cigarette. He lights the flame in me, watches me burn, and ignores the ashes that fall. Every time he lets out some steam, my flame starts to loose its light. Three minutes later, he'll crush the cigarette with his heal and my flame will be put out. He wasn't in the mood anymore. He left me alone. He was moving on to another cigarette. So why should I be sad? I have lost someone who didn't love me. But they lost someone who loved them."