If you're going to the same party I am,

please don't ask where I'll be.

I'll be wearing my revenge dress, dancing with a boy with blue hair or a girl with a nose ring,

and you don't want to see that.

My friends don't want my sloppy seconds,

all the guys who wanted to be you hate you now,

and I have the homeboys behind me with chains around their waists.

I have no hard feelings.

but they do.

I know it may be hard for you to realise, but some people care about more than my body.

They care about me.

Yeah, Anthony is high on coke snorrted off a mirror,

but he would have my back in anything.

And yeah, Gazelle is the bad bitch who hates everyone,

but her long black nails are always filed and ready for a fight.

You may not love me, and that's okay.

Just stay away from the people who do.

Because and love and hate are explosive,

and heaven forbid you get hurt like I was.