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The first love is the hardest to get by,

You crushed me like some little fly,

Now I sit alone and cry,

While you moved on to another guy,

I wonder what I have done to make you go,

This pain leaves me so fucking slow,

But I will hold my head as high as can be,

I will let you go and begin to flee,

I'll find someone new soon I'll be free, 

And this is when you will figure it out,

"I lost my love" you will yell and shout,

But it wil be to late,

And you will sit and call it fate, 

I will smile and call it karma,

Then you will feel the pain felt,

Like the whip of a leather belt, 

For you I would have done anything,

When in reality you carried the sling, 

That held the gun, with the bullet, 

I would have taken for you.