I haven’t eaten today
But its all the fucking same
Sell me down the river
You’re an Indian giver
Am I convenient?
I suppose not anymore.
You won’t care when I become a chore
When my emotional baggage
Is too much to carry
I doubt you’ll stay around
You’re just another face in the crowd
In not proud that you hooked me
You sucked me into your sick game
You wanted me to think I could trust again.
You’re not fucking worth it.
sure the paint is costly, but it’s worth it