If you're going to the same party I am,
please don't ask where I'll be.
I'll be wearing my revenge dress, dancing with a boy with blue hair or a girl with a nose ring,
and you don't want to see that.
My friends don't want my sloppy seconds,
all the guys who wanted to be you hate you now,
and I have the homeboys behind me with chains around their waists.
I have no hard feelings.
but they do.
I know it may be hard for you to realise, but some people care about more than my body.
They care about me.
Yeah, Anthony is high on coke snorrted off a mirror,
but he would have my back in anything.
And yeah, Gazelle is the bad bitch who hates everyone,
but her long black nails are always filed and ready for a fight.
You may not love me, and that's okay.
Just stay away from the people who do.
Because and love and hate are explosive,
and heaven forbid you get hurt like I was.