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Here i am in the room,

Thinkin what i should do,

This is the tenth time you messed up,

then you asked whats up,

Then you brought it,

And gave it,

Said i should save it,

me just sittin there and all i could do was fake it,

then make it,

try to like it,

but then i burned it,

and turned it,

then break it,

Soon i hate it,

Then i trashed it.

yea yea yea

Now its the afternoon,

ill be going to the movies soon,

then she came up to me,

and said "how r u?"

I faked a smile,

it was awhile,

then she had to go,

walking off with a boy i know.

Then i shaked it,

Tried to crush it,

But i couldnt stop it,

Then i just left it,

yea yea yea

Now i am all alone,

thinking how its so,

you and her didnt have to be so cold,

So i just looked at it then i couldnt help but,

Stab it,

Kick it,

Smash it,

Drag it,

Punch it,

Cut it,

Tear it,

Shred it,

and finally i just didnt care.

(this poem or song thing is abotu a girl who her and her boyfriend had problem in their relationship and then he gave her gift this so called gift was "love" and she didnt want it so she did everything she could to get rid of it. then this girl came up to her and talked about how was her love life and then she took the girl bf away from her. So the girl took the gift and killed it and finally decided she doesnt care about the issue anymore.)