Every time I see you, you remind me of that day;
The day that you rejected her, throwing her love away;
You make me sick to my stomach every time I hear that laugh;
How could you lead her on to thinking you never knew;
Playing with her emotions as if she was a toy.
But then when it all came out;
On “ The Day of Love”,
When she showed her affection;
You trampled on her heart.
And when her sweet heart was all bruised up;
Not able to bear anymore,
You made blood gush out.
How could you reveal it to all the world to see;
I thought you were a good guy who’d never do such a thing,
But then I hear, “ Your not my type” ringing in my mind;
That was my friend; her heart is my heart.
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