You've got a knack for making everyone mad,
From the things you do, and the things you said,
Push your way through crowds like you're your own damn boss,
You can't see that this is all your loss.
You've got a talent for screwing the people you meet,
People you've known, or random people on the street,
Make fun with your posse around,
It's like you've found no love at all.
They may see you as beautiful,
They may see you as young,
They may see you as someone that gets things done,
But I know the deep dark truth of your being,
You're an arrogant bitch that pushes everyone away, fleeing.
Play me like a puppet in your game,
Like cooking me on an open flame,
I want to expose you to everyone near,
So they can finally stop adoring you here.
