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 just that Bruises They could be worse
The second time You left scratches You pierced my skin Congrats It stings a little
The next time there was a cut But not left by you Although the impression of you lingered Lost but found with the tip of the blade The loneliness of night Escorted by the open arms of a sad playlist