I don't know what to do with my angry heart.
You took a promising beginning and squandered it at the start.
Maybe I will cry alone here in the dark,
Where no light can burn a girl who's been torn apart.
Or maybe I'll write a song about a boy who broke my heart,
And I'll sing it to the masses from my place among the stars.
And I will be famous enough to try caviar;
And you'll just be the asshole who gave me my start.
Yeah, you'll just be the asshole who gave me my start.
Just like Taylor Swift, I'll rhyme a sweet melody,
Or maybe it's Adele who knows the passion within me.
I'll be propelled to victory; I'll hold it in my hands.
And I will never have to cry again, Instead I'll laugh and laugh.
Because I'll write a song about a boy who broke my heart,
And I'll sing it to the masses from my place among the stars.
And I will be famous enough to try caviar;
And you'll just be the asshole who gave me my start.
Yeah, you'll just be the asshole who gave me my start.
You'll always be that asshole who inspired......my angry heart.
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