So it's okay for you to talk to anons all day
And it's okay for you to talk about your ex and say
That you still have feelings for him which makes you start to stray
But I can't talk to one lousy anon
Without you taking it wrong
And suddenly you act cold and short
When I pay you a compliment, you just retort
I've declared my love time after time
Given you no opportunity to second guess these feelings of mine
Yet here you are, insecure and jealous at something innocent
Now all I am feeling is love spent.