A long time ago
I'm not jealous of you,
Just thought you should know.
You were never good enough for him,
Or anything like me.
So, you might as well sit back,
Cause' I'm not trying to show maturity.
"X" is the shape I drew through your face,
In permanent marker.
Just like the mark you knew you were making,
Who do you think you are?!
To write on his heart,
In permanent marker
Cheers,
Summer
P.S. Stay away bitch. He's mine
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