Aren't you sick of this game?
Every few weeks, another one
Playing us like we're toys
Broken, bored, next
'I'm thinking of you' he says

What *******, if you want
The attention you deserve
You shouldn't spread yourself out
Neither should you constantly
Switch, change, move

It's stupid and frankly,
You're an fboy in my book
Because of you, my walls are
Up, thank you so very much

And it's not even me you're asking for
You're asking for my opinion
On my friend, who does that?
You, that's who.

Instead of entertaining your
Conversations, I'm switching it up
Don't come back unless you want
To talk to me for me, and not my opinion