Seems like you forgot— It’s always tit for tat. So where the fuck my tits at? I got my tat, now pay your dues. Like tic-tac-toe, but no X and O’s, Just a dumbass game with my dumbass ex-ho. She was never mine, never was. Loves being used and abused— So I never met the standard. Pushed away, pulled back, Kept at arm’s length, never let in. Guarded like a fortress, Dodging me like I was the plague, Only to reveal that my love was never enough. No return to sender, no refunds, no exchanges— Just burned to ashes, left in the embers. Now it’s back to old habits— Bottles, pills, cheap thrills, While she’s out making moves, Never down on me. Making the same fucked-up decisions, That’s why her life’s in the gutter. But imagine getting rejected By some pussy you already had. Always hiding, always sleeping Never liked you anyway— Would never swallow me. Always running, always dodging, Because self-destruction is your only hobby. Running wild on the tarmac— Should’ve stayed grounded in my lobby. Where’s your legally registered car at? Oh right, everything’s stolen. Time, effort, love—shit I’ll never get back. Didn’t deserve it anyway. Keep playing games, same mistakes, Same results—it’s insanity. But you’re perfect… A perfect fucking example of the definition. Can’t break the cycle, When all you know is repetition. Spitting this truth, But I know you’ll never swallow it. Never digest it, never understand. Love’s a battlefield, And I could win with just a few strokes— This pad and pen love me more than you ever did Where’s my mind? Guess it’s the gutter. Never my pixie, Never my lover. Always out the door, Always burning some rubber— But never with me. Because all that ever mattered to you was… You. Story of my fucking life. A bitch who won’t drop to her knees, But found a man who didn’t even mind. Imported like a bottle of wine, Some shit gets better with time And it is definitely NOT THIS And you don’t care If it’s real or he’s faking And he won’t If you bend or you’re breaking And he won’t chase what He’s getting for free Laid out quick, it’s no mystery. Now you’re mine I don’t mean my girl You’re my total misery Because you think he’s the future When he’s already made you his history Just another name that he won’t recall Tossed aside just like a used-up whore, Just left to rot like all of the ones he had before Too fucked up or delusional to see all the game. The house you built is on fire, and you can’t see the flames And it’s sickening to me That you think that he’s your perfect mafch So how does it feel to be discarded, lied to, Used like a free sample? You know—just like you did to me. Never worth my time, thoughts, effort. But karma’s just like you— A cold, heartless bitch. This is the end. I hope you die slow, And spend forever drowning In the pain you’ll never outgrow. Knowing that your worth The same as his efforts
