Didn't make an effort, probably didn't really cry.
You were once my comfort, now I bet it was a lie.
'Cause I tried to stay in touch
but you ran before I could scarcely clutch.

So I see you for who you really are:
pathetic, afraid, afraid of loving from afar.
I don't care what you may think of me
just go your own way, hypocritical as can be.

My admiration must've gotten lost
after you were there for me, then decided I wasn't worth the cost.
And even if that's not how you meant it,
it doesn't matter because that's how I took it.

And now you can't even patch things up,
I suspect it's because you're a shallow cup.
So you can go to hell, you **** at follow through
and I've learned you're really bad at being my idol too.