I'm sorry I ruined your dream
of being Prom Queen.
I'm sorry I burned down your Barbie house,
and drove your Barbie convertible through the fire.
(Boom!)
I'm sorry for not being sorry, except I'm not.
I wanted to watch your dreams all burn.
I wanted to destroy all the things you thought you achieved,
'cause it's not fair if you don't start from blank.
I'm sorry for wanting your tears, and even more for wanting your screams.
I'm not sorry at all.
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