| Well I hate your fucking face
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| And the way you always made fun of me for biting my nails
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| You think I’m not as smart as you
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| Think I’m not cool enough to keep up with crowd you associate with
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| Tried reading a new book, its hard not to look
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| But I can’t help from wondering what you’re up to now
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| But it’s not my place so I’ll give you your space
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| Fuck me up
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| 'Cause I can’t remember just who I was before I met you
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| A better person, a prop to use then throw away
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| I need a break
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| 'Cause for some reason I only get tired in the morning
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| And I feel so boring
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| I don’t think these wounds will heal themselves
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| And if they do it won’t be 'cause you helped
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| You never fucking helped
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| You never fucking cared
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| You only ever cared about yourself
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| I never thought it’d be so hard
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| We haven’t spoken since last March
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| I try to cut you out
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| But I still care about you
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| I’ll always fucking care about you |