Hey, fat bitch, I know you can hear me, and you're amazing, what you put on Facebook
Next message, cause I've got a boyfriend now that makes $119 a year
Hey, I'll give you a minute, so you can revisit
The things that you say I did when really I didn't
Call yourself bipolar, as if it's supposed to
Fix the crazy * you did, like that *'s the older
And I know, I know, I know how that * goes
You want me, say you love me, then you don't
You say you've changed, but have you really though?
I got to go, so
If you wanna make stuff up, that's not of my business
If you wanna break my heart, I'm not gonna feel it
Way too many hours lost, I'm so sick of giving
If you wanna make stuff up, if you wanna make stuff up
If you wanna make stuff up
I think you should listen to what I've been saying
This isn't for sale, this isn't for sale
I'm not reciprocated, I'm not in my feelings
Got darkness in your veins, that * doesn't go away
Could say that I miss you, but I ain't lying today
And I know, I know, I know how that * goes
You miss me, say you messed up, then you don't
You say you've changed, but have you really though?
I got to go, so
If you wanna make stuff up, that's not of my business
If you wanna break my heart, I'm not gonna feel it
Way too many hours lost, I'm so sick of giving
If you wanna make stuff up, if you wanna make stuff up
If you wanna make stuff up
If you wanna break my heart
If you wanna make stuff up
If you wanna make stuff up
If you wanna make stuff up, I'm not gonna feel it
If you wanna make stuff up, that's none of my business
If you wanna break my heart, I'm not gonna feel it
With too many hours lost, I'm so sick of feeling
If you wanna make stuff up, if you wanna make stuff up
If you wanna make stuff up, I'm not gonna feel it