Turns out you were fake
Yeah, I can deal with that
But the thing that really ticks me off
Was that I let you get away
With being a ****, a huge *******
You’re a huge femme
You spent too much time in the gym
When we first met
I could’ve sworn you were into him
You cared more about what they thought
Then how your actions made me feel
You’re kind of a ******
Not even, that’s too kind
You wear body splash
You’re mind is pretty vacant
If you weren’t under your mother’s roof
You’d be another SF vagrant
Now you’re with another girl
I hope she gives bad head
By the way,
Just so you know,
You weren’t that great in bed
(That's right, I faked it)