I promised myself months ago,
that I would never cry about you again.
But here I am,
at 2:31am,
spilling my eyes out over you.
This will not be my last time,
although you probably never even shed a tear about me.

Sometimes I wonder how I've become such a ****** person,
but then I remember that after a while,
your friends start to rub off on you.
Yeah, you were pretty ******,
and you made me ******* bitter.