i find it funny how you only come to me
that i only exist
when you need something.
theres never just a
"how was your day?" or a
"are you doing good today?"
its always
"can you do this?" or
"what do you think I should do?"
i wanna drop you, ya know.
i wanna free myself from your grasp,
from whatever you call what we have.
everyone says i outta,
that your not worth the fight im putting myself through.
oh i cant even count the times ive cried over you,
about you,
to you.
you used to care,
but now you just brush it off.
like i dont even matter,
that what we had never mattered.
but thats fine,
just like you always said, "you do you"
well now the tables have turned.
dont text me, asking for anything,
questioning my life choices,
having me question yours.
im not your callgirl, okay?
i used to think being your booty call was better than being nothing to you at all,
but im over it.
