good bye

[ellajam]

When something so wrong
feels so right,
you're the one
I'm with tonight.
I should leave,
walk out the door,
'cause I don't love you
anymore.
You've done me wrong.
Now you'll see.
I'm done with your
missurey.
You brought me down,
ruined my mood,
I'm turnnin' around.
g'bye junk food.
// revision #1

Ha, I didn't get the last line as a twist, I thought you were calling an ex junk food. That was really the only novel thought here for me.
I think you could really fill this out a lot and actually emphasize the twist. Food and love descriptors go so well together, I think if you come up with a few interesting images of how sweet, or salty, even crunchy your sweetheart is, it would give us something to chew on before the twist.

spelling: misery