On my bed listening to Hate (I Really Don't Like You) by Plain White T's. "...and you just brought me dooooownnnn, Now that it's over you can't hurt me, now that it's over you can't bring me down"
Another song applicable, Picture to Burn by my girl T-Swift, "So watch me strike a match, On all my wasted time, As far as I’m concerned, You’re just another picture to burn." Figuratively of course, because it's not like I had a shrine of him by my bed side.
I doodled this in class, when I was thinking about how I was gonna describe the end of this once and for all.
I was happy and independent.
I was happy but didn't like being dependent.
It hurt your pride, so you took a jab at mine.
And then you did it again.
And again.
And the finally blow happened today.
Now: Forget You. (Play song BELOW)
Boys like you are the reason
I have a tissue roll next to my bed.
Boys like you are the reason
we teach our kids that boys have cooties.
Boys like you are the reason
Taylor Swift has songs to sing.
Boys like you are the reason
dads buy guns.
Boys like you are the reason
mascara is waterproof.
Boys like you
determine where the idea for the phrase "boys suck" came from.
Boys like you are the reason
I dread the thought of more terrible relationships.
Happy little schmoozer, goes to "in love," goes to "you're a player...attention wanting blah harsh words blah," goes to okay let's be friends, goes to mean, goes to friends, goes to mean, goes to friends... then you crossed the line. So you know what, forget you.
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