When I first met you, you were perfect
Not just superficial or pretty on the surface
I genuinely thought you were the best thing since sliced bread
Maybe there was something broken inside my head
Because later down the line you broke me, not just cracked but shattered
Yet inside my head none of that really mattered
You could treat me like literal dirt on you shoe
But for some reason there’s just something about you
You treat me with absolutely no respect
But for some stupid reason, I still think you’re perfect