And you know that I didn't like her then, and I don't like her now. And you just have to be the best of friends with her. Not that it matters whether you're friends with her or not, it just sucks to know you'll just do whatever I didn't like you to do last time the minute I'm gone. I'm empty and hollow. You just robbed the only beating thing inside of me. And I'm cold, hard, and empty. All because of you.