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I don't have a Tine for Valen's Day

My heart is broken on the floor

And I'm left thinkin' of the dorm that day

And I called you a fuckin' whore



And I've made my way

For Valen's Day

So punish me

It's more for your dimeanor



I'll cancel the table at Applebee's

The malt I bought, we'd split it

Where do you think he'll take you?

He'll probably just hit it, and quit it



I put the roses in a vase filled with gasoline

They're wilted, withered and dead

But I'll continue to laugh at you

With the donkey punch he gives you when you're giving him head



And I said what I mean

For Feb 14

This emo scene

Paints an ugly picture



And I've made my way

For Valen's Day

So punish me

It's more for your dimeanor



I made a new myspace to see your shit

You deleted me without warning

And don't tell me that I'm creepy

Just because I check your shit at four o' clock in the morning



I steam so bad when I check that shit

Because he's number one on your top eight

So, I guess I'll just do what I usually do

Cut my wrists and cry, while I masturbate