When I wanted us to take a break
You thought that I was crazy.
But it’s crazy that you never took the time to fucking hear me.
And you never asked me what you can do better in the future.
So I’m always asking myself if I’m trying too hard to push you.
Then I become the villain when I expect so much out of my boyfriend.
I call it having standards and basic self-respect.
And it’s not my fault you can’t love me more than I love myself.
I don’t see anything wrong with that or else I’d be insecure as hell.
If you want to be my boyfriend
You have to be my friend first.
So why is it that you wanted to get out of “friend zone”?
It tells me that you don’t value me as a person,
And that being a friend should naturally lead to being my boyfriend.
So you think you’re the victim because you tried so hard to get out of the friend zone.
And because I rejected you, I don’t deserve respect and you can’t be nice to me anymore?
In reality the “nice guy” wasn’t nice at all. He was nice because he needed some stability in life.
But I’m not your fucking mom and you can’t blame me for not raising you right.
It’s your own goddam fault if you think you deserve any woman just because you think you’re “nice.”
So when I see your face now
All I see is a coward.
I want to call you a bitch
But you’re more like a flower.
I’d be insulting myself
If I paid you that compliment.
If you want to be a bad ass bitch
You have to be passionate and confident.
And you’re none of those things
Because feeling entitled isn’t a sign of confidence.
It means that you can’t bear to lose sight of your “God-given” privilege.
And you spent more time looking for the latest trend in blazers
Instead of thinking of your girlfriend
And how you could amaze her.
And how could I forget all those hours playing League—
Or whatever fucking game you played.
Does it really matter what it was?
You still sucked at them anyway.
And I know I said I’d love you for even all your flaws
But you embarrass me in front my friends when you tell them you’re a Bronze.
Cause you boast your expertise and then dare them to a challenge.
And it’s somehow disappointing losing badly to a Platinum.
Don’t be so naive and don’t get ahead of yourself.
Stop thinking you’re so smart if you can’t even ask for help.
Now I understand
Why you love your shoes so much.
Because they kept your feet on the ground when you walked away from us.
So when you leave the house
I hope you see yourself in the mirror.
While you wear your Brooks Brothers jacket,
Underneath is an attitude of terror.
Your life is a charade.
You try so hard to look put together,
But in your head, you think that people are out there trying to get you.
The reality is you don’t want to make life’s toughest decisions.
Because it’s hard to let a girl go once you’ve committed.
Losing that stability would mean facing more uncertainty
But I’ll never understand how you managed to drag me down with you without ever feeling guilty.