Sour

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TW: A lot of swearing.

"Place your hand on my heart,
Babe, you'll know it's beating for you,
Nothing can tear the two of us apart,
I love you, God, I really do,"

Yeah, that's the shit you ranted,
While you used me as a toy,
Yeah, that's what I fell for,
You got me fucked up in the head, boy,

You're probably undressing that blonde girl,
I really believed every word you said,
I'm crying and dying on my bathroom floor,
Yeah, you got me fucked up in the head,

Yeah, you broke my heart,
The goddamn heart which was beating for you,
You tore the two of us apart,
I loathe you, God, I really do...
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Yep, this one's teenage angst. Perspective of a gal knowing that her ex moved on from her in a flick. She is feeling used and resents that boy.

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