Talking to you is like nothing I can compare
But I choose too
Youre so f.u.c.k.i.n.g into yourself you dont listen
To me or anyone else as a matter of fact
This wouldnt be the first time
Its not a crime you know
To talk to me like Im a person
Like I have feelings
Like I have a name
Like Im human
But Im just tired
Tired of being your puppet
Your b.i.t.c.h
Your useless piece of s.h.i.t
But in the end maybe I am
Maybe I deserve it
Cuz everytime you smile I melt
Into a puddle of love
A puddle which I hope youll slip in
And realize what youre missing