I'm so upset with you, and what you've done,
Maybe it's not about you but about me.
I'm upset for letting you change who I was,
I didn't even know what was happening.

Not till I talked with him did I see it,
I didn't see how you changed my personality.
Now every time he says he's going to a friends,
I feel the need to ask who he's going to see.

Why?
It doesn't matter.
He isn't mine.
It doesn't matter.
He isn't mine.

It's insanely absurd the way you've affected me,
The way you've changed what I am.
You pretentious wretched boy, I'm so sorry.
You deserve to feel loved and special, young man.

It's not my job anymore and I don't want it back,
But why did you have to scar me before you left.
It's okay, don't worry, pinky promise I'm fine,
Because he doesn't have to say "I love you" all the time.

Why?
I already know he's mine.
He doesn't have to say it.
He already knows I'm his.
I don't have to say it.