fucked around and found out...

That I'm not the women you thought I was? You made me who I am. Who I was- she dead and gone.  I became another version of her. I guess that was the plan all along. I had to go through the processes to grow to be even stronger, wiser, colder, and even more resilient than ever before.  
Because of you-the women your were with while you were with me... the current and all those "nexts", oh take a number honeys,  these women too will be nothing like what or who they were - they will be forever changed by a master manipulator. 
See, here's the thing. While you live in your own unrealistic delusional world, still, as if the known is unknown, well- we all know. They all knew. You just couldn't face it. So on to Next. 
The next women to manipulate, to convince shes the only option, that she'll conveniently provide a fix mixed with your charming I love yous. Convincing her you're doing your best to make her the last priority. Feeding her crumbs affection, compliments,  to keep her lingering.. those fake tears to convince her its real. Scraps of time to keep her hanging on. 
Do they see it? Or are they blinded by that uphoric charm. 
I'll give you this, you did your best at playing with the minds and lives of many women. Thats the only best you did. 

When she asked about me. She knew. She also knew you'd lie, or admit to the very least.  A women who asks about another women studies your actions, already knows there's other women and what your doing. 
She wasn't wrong. 
All women involved were the ones wrong...forever thinking any of it was remotely true, for trusting you, for everything. Women to you are just objects. Souls to fill the holes in yours.