Can't fix your attitude,
never loyal, mind the tattoos
hate me and I hate you
but when the time comes I love you
it's ****** up, we know it
could stop, but we don't do it
so what is it that we do,
victimize, and tell lies
With left hands upon fake books
trying to get that same look
that you gave me once ago
a time when I still belonged to you
Life was good
like really,
**** remember the times when
we were happy
I wonder if you ever miss me,
or think back
though I stay quiet
and I quit that
no sense in a heart attack