Thanks fo being ****** to me
when all I wanted was a friend.
You treated me as a posession
and at times a personal therapist.
When you were beat to the point where you couldn't see
You knew I would stay by your side till the very end.
If he told me anything with discretion
you would instantly see red.
"Does this shirt make me look fat?"
"Ew, yes. Obese, at that.
Fix your hair, make your *** flat.
Drown in this perfume, you smell like your cat."
Such kind words.
You say you loved me?
That's not what I heard.
Not what I heard at all.
"**** yourself, stupid ****."

Yet everytime I had those feelings
I ran to you.
Any other feelings as well,
I ran to you.
But you gave me no comfort.
You gave me criticism.
You gave me your problems.
And so I stole your cookies
and converted your friends
and took your innocence
and lied to your face
and ****** your vice...
twice.