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It all started last weekend,
when you were talking to your pretty little whore.
She shags other men can't you see?
Then she leaves you alone on the kitchen floor.
She hates you, and she always will.
I hate you, too.
Yet, why, everytime I see your f**kin face,
I feel attracted to you?
In all the irony, why can't you see?
I'm much better than she'll ever be.
My heart feels the need to burst out of my chest,
and jump to the person I like the best.
I was like this the day I met you,
But we were young back then.
How did we think love would work?
Ask yourself that, asshole.
Look where we are now sweet heart.
What can we do?
In all the irony, why can't you see?
That I....
love you.