it's new
i've never tried writing about you before
it makes me want to blow up
type so much, till my wrists get sore
about how you weren't a good friend
you'd humiliate me and get mad when i'd retaliate
they'd say i'm not allowed to defend myself in that kind of way
not allowed to call you out
cause you'd go and get offended about the shit i said
wish we had a happy ending, but you're incompetent
with friendships, life, and most things alike
so stubborn that it's hard to even write a line about you
just cause you hear what i say when i'm hurt
doesn't mean you listened
and maybe thats the reason why we were so distant
though i tried to show interest in what you loved
sat through a video game, ate shit that made me wanna throw up
you'd shut me down at any word of the things i loved
because they weren't yours
we have nothing in common
except those closet door's we're locked in
i wish you wouldn't keep yours shut
because maybe you'd get a chance
to finally grow the fuck up
