I really didn’t want to have to do this again and again and again
You was mad at me Over poetry
I mean please
You was mad at me Over poetry
You said I was obsessed with my ex’s
That my selfies meant I wanted sex
Videos where too loud and uncoordinated
You didn’t even take me out on fucking dates!
You hated all my friends all my mates
I sounded like Victoria and I haven’t even fucking met her
You said you felt used and I was treating you like a mug
But when I tried to explain you wouldn’t pick up
Hated my words hated my books
Said I was turning into a common shmuck
When I told you I was struggling you didn’t want to give ‘one fuck’
So I am sorry that enough was enough
I don’t give a shit about Victoria
I don’t care about who wronged ya
I don’t give a shit about your bad reviews
And I defiantly
Right now
How I feel
I definitely
Have stopped
Caring
About
You.
