It's killing me how you play the victim.
I mean, according to you, I'man emotionless bitch, someone not to be trusted.
To you, I'm the worst person on the planet,
Someone not even worth spitting at.
You say that, and yet not even two days ago you were in love with me.
You talk shit on me to your friends,
The ones we don't share, and even the ones we do.
And yet a few days ago you were holding me in your arms.
You talk so much s h i t
And all you do is get sympathy.
You groan about how much you hate me,
And all I did,
Was want to be friends.
You treat me like I broke your heart,
But if I did, honey you'd have to have a heart to begin with.
