Someday you're going to see,
just how much pain you caused me.
Someday you're going to cry for me.
Someday you're going to die,
and I will dance on your grave.
You stabbed me in the back,
so now I'm stuck,
praying that you get hit by a bus,
struck by lightning,
eaten by a bear.
Someday a day is going to come,
where you look back and think about the time you walked away from me.
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