I'm wearing thin, wearing out, becoming weak
Holding hands with this rope

You can say a lot about Angelina Pivarnick, but she's not an idiot. Is she fake? Yeah, she can admit it most of the time. Is she a slut? Maybe, but she knows damn sure if she was a guy she'd be considered a pimp. And she can admit it- her worst side always came out when she was around the Jersey Shore roomates. Jenni was intimidating, Ronnie could really care less about her. Vinny could see right through her. Mike was whatever. Sammi was her friend, only because she was easy to manipulate. Nicole was the hardest for her to get along with, because Nicole was everything she wanted to be. She was strong and brave and loud and not afraid to be herself, not afraid of what people think of her. Nicole was the only one who inspired her brief flashes of good friendness. But not even Nicole could come close to her real motivation: Pauly.

She's my self-destructive, bleeding disease
The things that makes it hard to breathe

Angelina had been in love with Pauly since the first time they kissed. Having sex with him had been the best she ever had. But she loved him too. How easy going he is, the way he smiled, laughed, everything he did was beautiful to her. He was the reason she came to Miami. If she could just prove to him that she wasn't who everyone thought she was, that she was a generally good person who could love him with everything she had, maybe he would feel the same way about her. Instead, she met Jose. He was a nice kid and she felt bad using him, but she needed someone to make her feel beautiful. And it didn't hurt that she had him to make Pauly see that someone wanted her.

And now I see it's you
That's tearing me (ensnaring me)

She knew she fucked the night she blacked out and woke up the next morning with Mike and Pauly not talking to her. She knew she had to make it right, so she apologized to Pauly for whatever she had done. He took it, but she knew things wouldn't be the same anymore. For once, Mike was a good friend to her. He told her that she'd said she loved Pauly, that she'd thought about marrying him. She was mortified, but played it off as her being drunk. Thankfully, they both dropped it.

Lynched high above what used to be
In her gallows built for me

The night Sammi and Jenni fought, Pauly got shitfaced wasted, and in the cab he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. She was stone sober and pathetic as fuck, but she enjoyed every second of it. Massochist, that's what she is.

This is me dying in your arms

The last week she finally breaks down and realizes there will be no miracle. Pauly is not going to magically fall in love with her, and nothing she can do will change that. Not even sleeping with Vinny made Pauly notice her. So she packed her bags while everyone was out, but she couldn't resist hanging around until everyone got home. She wanted to give Pauly one final chance to stop her, herself one last dying hope that he cared. Instead it ended in a fight. Pauly didn't stop her, and she didn't try to make him. She left, taking her broken heart with her.

You poisoned my life so I take this knife
And I cut you out cut you out

A year and a half later she sees him at Karma. He still looks so good, and god help her, she still loves him. But she just smiles, says hello, and moves along before she can make a fool of herself. She won't lie, she was hoping she would see him there. One final goodbye, one final look before she finally accepts a date from the guy from work who's been so patient with her. Even though she'll always love Pauly, it's time for her to move on. And maybe someday she'll be someone who's worthy of someone like him.

This is me dying in your arms,
I cut you out, now set me free