I carved your initials in the profits I made from selling pieces of us
Traded every whispered secret for a corner office view
Your tears became my currency, collected them in jars
Labeled each one with the date you broke and what it bought me
I’m building monuments to everything I stole from you
Copyrighted your heartbeat, trademarked every sigh
Registered the patent on the way you used to say my name before I ruined it
I’m getting rich off your collapse
Franchised your fractures, monetized the way you shake
When someone asks me how I made it I just smile and lie
Tell them hard work and dedication like I didn’t climb your spine
Like I didn’t use your ribcage as a ladder to the top
I’m cashing checks signed with your blood and buying rounds for strangers
Telling stories about my success while leaving out your corpse in the foundation
Every handshake is sticky with the parts of you I sold
Every deal I close requires a little more of what we were
I take credit when they praise me for the empire I constructed
Never mention that the blueprints were your diary pages
That the bricks are made from ground-up photographs of us when we were clean
I’m building higher, reaching further on the skeleton of trust I excavated
Stripped the copper wiring from your nervous system
Sold it for scrap and bought myself a better view
I tell everyone I’m self-made while your ghost does all the labor
Haunting every boardroom, bleeding through every contract I initial
The shareholders don’t know they’re investing in your demolition
That their dividends are paid in pieces of your spine
I’m liquidating everything we built together, keeping all the assets
Your name’s not on any paperwork, just mine in golden letters
I take full credit for the ruins
For the ashes I turned into profit margins and quarterly reports
Your fingers built this but I signed my name across the deed
Evicted you from your own architecture and charged rent on the memory
I’m franchise-ready now, packaging the methods of your murder
Teaching seminars on how to gut someone you love for parts
Writing books about my journey with your words crossed out and mine written over
Every success story needs a body count I never mention
Every rise requires someone’s fall I learned to monetize
I’m accepting awards for innovation while you’re still digging out from under
The weight of my ambition crushed you flat and I used you as a stepping stone
Polished you up nice and mounted you on the wall of my achievements
I take credit when the cameras flash
When they ask me for my secrets I just smile wider
Never tell them about the theft, the plagiarism of your pulse
How I stole your best parts and claimed them as my own design
Rebranded your suffering as my origin story
Made myself the hero by erasing you completely from the narrative
I’m doing interviews now, talking about my vision
Like I didn’t steal your eyes and install them in my skull to see the path
Like I didn’t rob you blind and use your darkness as my fuel
I take credit and I sleep just fine
The guilt converted into equity, the shame into investment opportunities
Your absence is the gift that keeps on giving
And I’m getting filthy fucking rich off everything you’re not