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- Betrayed
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- I always, always, always hate when he gets....
He just cries,
- and cries,
- and cries~
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- and throws a big old fit.
- My mother says okay~
- and I feel betrayed.
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For when I ask for something,
- It always is a maybe.
I hate him;
I hate him, so~ so much.
For he gets everything
and I get just this much!
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