I love how you pretended to be my friend. I love how you thought you'd inched your way in. I love how you could do nothing but lie to my face thinking that would suffice. I love how you thought it came from the heart and you were doing the right thing, yet you never heard what I was trying to say. I love how you fabricated this whole world in your head where he was leaving me for you and you were gonna go on a date!? Haha, you think I'm jealous, but I would be stupid to be jealous of you. Truthfully I'm pissed because you were someone I called a friend. And you still thought you'd get in. You crossed a line. And you wanna know the truth. After all those times I defended you. After all those chances I've given you. After all the shit people have said to me about you and I took your side every time. All those times I lifted you up and told you that you were worth more than what you had thought. And this is how you repay me!? This is what you do. You try to break my heart by trying to fuck with my boyfriend. Karma is a bitch! I love the moment when I tried for closure and gave you a hug. Sure I still had nothing nice to say, but I at least wished for peace, but then I turn around and watch you dance with him and try to kiss on his neck! Damn man! Can't you wait a minute. Can't you just cut a BREAK! You look like a vulture. Wait a minute -- you ARE a vulture. My favorite part was when he pulled away from you. My favorite part was when he didn't go home with you so you couldn't take advantage of his drunk ass, cause honestly I think that taking advantage of him while he's really drunk is the only way you'll get it.
Karma's a bitch.
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