Feeling used, felt sick.
Maybe you'll leave cause it's a trick.
Watch him with a smile.
So she can fuck with him again for awhile.
Screwed for the moment what the hell am I doing?
Screaming to need it, and I'm losing.
Do you believe me when I say the emotions are in the bag?
Picked up and finished like an old loose hag.
Like a perfect tear rolling down from the car window.
Do you want to remember what happened in the backseat when she felt low?
Oh well, it's nothing I can do.
Cause I'm just here for you to cling onto.
No nothing just for a laugh.
So, do it already, get it over with.
Forced to see you with that dead look after she gives you another kiss.
Like a high angel she is the meaning of your world.
Shut the fuck up and get it into your head, she's the little bitch that left you to act like a whore.
Oh, I'm so sorry did I hurt your feelings again?
So now, am I really a true friend?
Friend with the emotional benefits.
Like the kind you could push around and hit.
Throw your knife into my throat.
Lead me outside in the cold without a coat.
Well now, isn't this all just turning out beautifully?
You're telling the truth again.. doubtfully.
Is my baby face enough to keep you from seeing me?
So that you can't see the bitch I can really be.
Your rolls of film falling off of your desk.
All the chicks look different, maybe I'll be like them, not mentioned unless cleaning up your mess.
My body's screaming for attention and sex.
But yours still can't handle a kiss and you can't forget your ex.
Need a lift?
Need some time for you to forget what she gave you as a gift?
Words run out of your mouth smoothly.
Aren't you a charmer, and letting it out loosely.
Fooling and deceiving there isn't much of a change when you can't believe me.
You just love being wrapped around her so tight you can't even see.
So there’s my cue to leave, gotta run.
I've got more time for others then I do to stand here and be threatened with that stupid gun.
Just a little worried what I'll do next.
But you're focused on what I used and all the rest..















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