It had
been
one week
s i n c
e o u r b r e a k
u p
What a
re-bound
you had
Considering you
told me you'd
n
e v
e
r
get
over me. Saying you were
going
t
o
k
i l l y o
u r s
e l f
without m e . Y e a h
, y o u l i e
d.
N
o w
t h
e r
e
y o u
a r e
about
to ask her out. And what
does
s
h e
s
a y . . . ?
' W e l l
o b v i o u s l y y e s . '
vent.
all
mine*