The songwriter

I had a fight with a frirend

I do not know what you think of me, but I hope you're okay

I'm sorry you're too blind to see, but I don't want you to go away

I probably humiliated you, I probably made you look stupid

Rudeness is never okay though, and you want me to piss off

I guess it's understandable how you're angry, but at the same time you have no right to be

Fuck you for now for giving me nothing but shit and hurt, you butthurt little thing

And yet I'm silently wondering in my mind, why did I fuck up so bad

Why did I fuck up so bad, to turn you into an asshole and sad

God, I'm a wreck