I don’t wanna be your girl no more
Can’t you see
I’m not me

I want
to be your friend
I want
To be here for you
I want
Your arms here
for me
God I want
But there’s some **** I can’t forget

Just know you left bruises
just that
Bruises
They could be worse

The second time
You left scratches
You pierced my skin
Congrats
It stings a little

The next time there was a cut
But not left by you
Although the impression of you lingered
Lost but found with the tip of the blade
The loneliness of night
Escorted by the open arms of a sad playlist

Just take from this
Just remember
Just know

How much you changed
In my view
Now it’s my turn