I got a little worried when I started reading this. I thought for a second that this contrite horse excrement was serious. Then I remembered I was the person who wrote it and it was a juvenile attempt at some kind of satire. Thank fuck for that. So please remember...not serious.
With a tip of his hat he bids you adieu
And wanders into the desolate evening air
He brings with him your love and affection
He doesn't care. He just doesn't care.
You were just a face in a crowd
He saw you as just his next victim
He pursued you and wooed you for the past month and a half
Now he is taking your love with him
It wasn't about sex, that's just a bonus
To him it was all just a game
He toyed with your emotions for fun
Now he's left and you're lonely again
He took you for a fool then left
You wish him pain you hope he dies
But maybe its your own stupid fault
You silly bitch you believed his lies
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