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You say self-mutilation
I say personal liberation

Freedom from pressure and strain
Forgotten; blinded by the pain

The rejection pierced my heart like a thorn
Your unforgiving words left me torn

I guess I'm okay now; I am so cold...
So, now I'm anti-social; I hope you're happy, asshole.

I hope we never meet again
We won't have to talk again

You say I'm a stalker when it's you who comes back
When it comes to breaking people you have a knack

You know what, fuck you! and fuck love
You take pleasure in obliterating what was a  pure dove...