Yoona

You make my world spin while bitter memories flood in.
You are the epitome of my miseries, I loathe your presence.
So, I gotta clear the clutter and ditch you in the dumpster.
Gotta do it sooner before the countdown to 30 is over.
‘Cause I see you like a trauma that makes my gut churn,
You murdered my dream that makes my heart mourn.