I remember July the 12th.
All because of one word, one silly fucking word.
You left me, and the next day you got with another girl, and now she's like me, unstable and depressed. And you feel the pain and sadness I felt with my father and you, I hope you feel fucking terrible for everything you've done, I hope you burn in hell for this.
I hope she leaves you like you did me, fuck you over just like you did to me, grow a pear Ozzie, grow a pear and fucking grow up.
Act like you say you are.