Bad boyfriends beg but beautiful, brilliant babes (like me)
say, “Sorry, stupid shithead (p)sycho,
You fucked up yet again,
You never, ever apologize,
And I always take the blame.
So now I’m saying, “I am done”
And, “Fuck you!” for your behavior
I know my worth and what I deserve
And frankly, I’m your savior.
I am the best thing in your life
And fucking hell you know it
Why the fuck is it okay for you
But not for me, to show it?!
I’m sick and tired of your fucking need
To control every aspect
Stop the talk and actually show
What apparently you respect! (pointing to myself here)
Fucking take a chance on love
For I am not the other…
You know I’m right and so does she;
Yes, that’s right, your mother!
If you want me back
You’ll have to work
On your multitude of issues
I try so hard but all you do
Is reduce me to tears and issues.
I’m a girlfriend, not someone
You’ve just met off the streets
I need you to love and care
And shower me with treats.
In return I’ll always be
Someone that you can trust
I’ll make you laugh and hold your hand
But promise me you must…
To be there for me, not run away
When things get hard as they do
And tell me what you’re feeling
Because I have no fucking clue.
Of how your fucking crazy mind
Processes thoughts and actions
You think too much, yes, more than me!
And I have no idea of your reactions.
Okay I think I’ve said my piece
There’s nothing else to say.
It’s up to you to change my mind
For I’ve had enough for today.