it’s like,

you know what?

you’re layin there,

and i can see in your eyes,

that f%#in lust,

i shoulda been your plus one,

and you heard i changed,

its all f%#in gone, its all down the drain,

and you f%#in still went with him

but we both f%#ing know,

i’m toppin your daydream list,

boast whatever you want,

but you know what?

this poem,

it wasn’t even about you.

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