i don’t wanna be your girl no more
can’t you see
i’m not me

i want
to be your friend
i want
to be here for you
i want
your arms here
for me
god I want

But there’s some **** I can’t forget

just know you left bruises
but they're just that
bruises

the second time
you left scratches
you pierced my skin
Congrats
it stings

the next time there was a cut
but not left by you
although your impression lingered
lost but found with the tip of the blade
the loneliness of night
escorted by the open arms of a sad playlist

Just take from this,
Just remember,
Just know

how much you changed
in my view

now it’s my turn to do the same
so pay attention