These three things were meant for me.
Pain and hurt and sorrow.
Its still there for tommorow.
It wasnt to borrow.

I had the hurt pain and sorrow.
With the rape and abuse.
As one bastard left another came along.
Surely they could see it was wrong.

Did they care?
No they didnt.
All the time they luaghed.
Even though they were giving me pain.

I still feel there touch.
I hate them

Forever i hate them ...the Bitch snatching my man .