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I loved him and feared that I would hurt her,
But now I don't have to fear that I will hurt her,
For he has hurt me.
He's just a stupid, infantile, dense, and shallow boy.
What was the point?
Why'd he waste his time?
Apparently he didn't think about that before he took the actions that he did.
I could call him many more names but,
That just wouldn't be fair would it now?
For he is not here to defend his actions,
But then again,
Why would I waste my breath.
Now that what is done, is done,
I'm actually happy that he hurt me so.
'Cause now I can truly see how much he doesn't mean to me,
But how much she really does.
Forget the day I loved you,
Forget the day I cried,
As a matter of fact,
Forget that I even fucking tried.
He should just be happy that I forgive easily,
Because if I didn't,
He'd be sorry that he was ever born.