She Hate Me
She Hate Me
She Hate Me
She left me to be ruined
She Hate Me
She saw me in full bloom
She Hate Me
She sees I'm more powerful than ever
She Hate Me
She loathes that I'm successful at every venture
She Hate Me
She withers, she screwed it up, it makes her sick
She Hate Me
She goes back to what she knows, getting on that stick
She Hate Me
She hears my name, film, radio and TV
She Hate Me
She is ghastly, blanched, as she wails 'IT COULD HAVE BEEN ME! ! ! '
She Hate Me
She knows he will always be the best she ever had
She Hate Me
She grasps that he treated her like a Queen which is mad
She Hate Me
She is dead without a soul, replete without hope
She Hate Me
She knows he's gone forever, yes she will never cope
poem by Don Dama
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