"It's kind of sad cause what we had
Well it could have been something
I guess it wasn't meant to be
So how dare you try and steal my flame
Just cause yours faded
Well hate is gasoline
A fire fuelling all my dreams
(I'm afraid you asked for this)
You got a lot of nerve but not a lot of spine
You made your bed when you worried about mine
This ends now
I wouldn't hold my breath if I was you
Cause I'll forget but I'll never forgive you
Don't you know, don't you know?
True friends stab you in the front
I wouldn't hold my breath if I was you
You broke my heart & there's nothing you can do
And now you know, now you know
True friends stab you in the front."
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