I laugh at you
With a sense of underling gratitude
Picking at your criticisms like I'm eating finger food
I don't roast you f*cks I leave them barbecued
And if you don't like me and my nonchalant attitude
That's too bad
There's a reason why I left
I'll sear the beef trust me, I'm a certified chef
Not that I feel that you hate me
Even though that you might
There's a reason why you always have me out of your sights
I have enough fake people telling me I'm missed
Meanwhile they don't ever call or attempt to reminisce
They tell me that they love me or at least they pretend
Say it to my face and maybe I'll believe you again
Dumb whores playing with my feelings
Leading me on but there's no deeper meaning
I find on two accounts even women can be demeaning
Never talking bout my day, only wanting the semen
That's not the case with you, you just pretend
Pretend to care while you preach about my fake friends
Instead it's you who's the fake, you're the one that's a liar
Never there when I need you the situation is dire
Why in the f*ck would I fall for you
After all the crazy shit you made me do
And for a moment I thought I was in love with you
Now I see all the shit you put me through
I'm done with the games, I'm done with the lies
I'm done with your attitude towards me and the guys
You're screwed up in the head not much mental health
Stop criticizing me, wake up and fix yourself