| You should be ashamed of the trash you let between your legs
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| You are a snake in the grass who won’t hesitate to stab me in the back
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| Don’t mean to be too brash
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| I’ll speak my peace, then you can get back
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| To fucking anything that shows the smallest shred of interest
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| Every word that leaves your tongue, is another lie to break my trust
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| Keep my name from your thoughts and keep that mouth shut
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| When the hell did you get so damn caught up in the act of tearing out my heart?
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| Of all the people I’ve come across in my life, you are the bottom of the barrel
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| I know I’ve said this once, but I guess I’ll have to be more clear
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| I’ll say it over again, I’ll be sure to speak up
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| Fuck, you and your negativity
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| And you can take back (Oh)
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| You can take back all the things you ever said to me
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| Said to me
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| I tried to fix your old ways
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| But you still managed to fuck it all up
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| And I held you in the highest regard, but now we learn to sleep alone
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| When the hell did you get so damn caught up in the act of tearing out my heart?
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| Of all the people I’ve come across in my life, you are the bottom of the barrel
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| The thought of it makes my stomach turn, envisioning him sliding off your shirt
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| And when he climbs on top, do you see my face and wish that it would stop?
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| Remember this face
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| This is the last time you’ll see it
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| Now learn to live inside the hell you embrace
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| No longer blissful and ignorant
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| My eyes are open wide
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| I see right through your lies
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| It’s the nail in our coffin
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| It’s the burning of bridges
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| It’s the immeasurable hell
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| Couldn’t keep your hands to yourself |