Surrounded by loss, hate and fear
For the brokeness, shed a tear
You, girl, I hate you, you broke my heart
You pinned it up, shot it with a dart
You ripped it up and stamped on it
I had to pick it up, bit by bit
If that wasn't enough, you took my friend
My respect for you, that was the end
You broke his heart, not once, not twice
Not even three, you squeezed the vice
Not four times, you did it more
And eight times you slammed the door!
Get some respect, and get some tact
My friends and I, you have attacked
I hope the next time you decide to date
I hope it ends in bitter hate
I hope you hurt, I hope it dies
This hurtful song, these are my cries

The End

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