She knew we were together, and went after him anyway. Oh, you’ve met the type. All friendly, wants to be your fried. Cries on your shoulder, all the while trying to steal your man. Flirting, texting, snap chatting. Little who’re knew we lived together. Tried to come between us and break us up. The bar bicycle, how many have all ready taken you for a ride? You are the worst kind of b****. Can’t find and keep a man of your own, so you try to take someone else’s. Pretend to be a friend. It’s going to happen to you every time you think YOU met the man of your dreams. F*** you Stephanie Crossland. No one will ever want your skanky a**.