Hey! Guess what I'm doing?
Oh yeah, that's right
I'm calling you out
Your fuckups I write.
Controlling and mean
Your ass thought was fine
To beat me down, broke
You did it with time
"I'm not the bitch."
You said to me cruelly,
But guess what, you fuck?
I left YOU, yours truly.
You tell me you've changed
That's great...for you.
I still have to live with
The shit I've gone through.
So fuck you, you bastard
With mental issues.
Keep crying, you bitch
I'll get some tissues. |