Stolen

You stab me in the back
I punch you in the gut
Disbelief etched into your eyes
Show you what it's done to me

Blood drips onto the floor
Off my fingers as you show me the door
See you and I wish you were dead
As you walk away with my tears

Broken glasses cut your face
You were never ever there
I can't decide what's worse
What you did, or realising I care

Blood drips onto the floor
Off my fingers as you show me the door
Dump you here and leave you for dead
As I walk away with my tears.


Going out with a girl whom your friend has a crush on is a dick thing to do.


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