Gwen grabs a guitar she created and attempts to explain the situation to her friends.
GWEN:
(La dee da-dah)I'm gonna bury you in the ground
(La dee da-dah)
I'm gonna bury you with my sound
I'm gonna, drink the red from your pretty pink face
I'm gonna...BRIDGETTE: Gwen, that's so distasteful!
GWEN: Oh, you don't like that? Or do you just not like me?TRENT:
Sorry I don't treat you like a goddess
Is that what you want me to do?
Sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect
Like all you little loyal subjects doGWEN:
Sorry I'm not made of sugar
Am I not sweet enough for you?LINDSAY:
Is that why you always avoid me?
I must be such an inconvenience to you!TRENT:
Well, I'm just your problem!I'm just your problem
It's like I'm not even a person, am I?
I'm just your problem, wellGWEN:
I... shouldn't have to justify what I do
I... shouldn't have to prove anything to youTRENT:
I'm sorry that I exist
I forget what landed me on your blacklistI... shouldn't have to be the one
Who makes up with you, so
GWEN:
Why do I want to? Why do I want to?
To bury you in the groundAnd drink the red from your...
Gwen accidentally releases a power strike which hits Trent in the chest.
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