Fuck You

You didn't steal my boyfriend,

But I stole yours,

Yeah, we fucked behind your back,

And he didn't care to visit you,

Or help you fucking pack.

No you didn't steal by boyfriend,

Because why would he want you?

He got himself a real woman,

And not a child who acts about two.

Your pretty eyes and padded bra,

Couldn't change the way he felt,

No matter how many pretty words you gave him,

I'm the one that made his heart melt.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Boo! You whore.

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