It’s come to my attention that you’ve been hanging out with my ex-boyfriend a lot recently.
Let’s remember that some things should be kept silent.
And that I have dirt on you.
So if you and him decide that you want to take me down, I can take you down right back.
I know why you like hanging out with him.
He had the courage to hurt me.
But I also hurt him.
So it’s somebody that gets you, and has been through what you have.
I’m just another girl he fucked.
I’m just another girl you fucked.
I’m a girl that hurt him, and made him regret a lot.
I’m a girl that hurt you, and make you regret a lot.
But now that I’m done with you, my latest victim, I’m bored.
I need another victim.
And as I read this letter, I’m like, “Dang duddee, what’s wrong with me?”
Being molested as a child.
That’s what’s wrong with me.
There’s so many boys, unsuspecting victims.
Whose life will I turn upside down next?