I don't want to see you cry
I don't know why I dont know why
to be honest, I really don't give a crap
of where you are, and where you're at
You're like the wood thats on my door
Broken, bruised, and on the floor
I lied, I told you I wanted more,
to be honest, I think you're a whore
You pay me, in day jobs
but guess what?
I dont keep tabs,
I can't take, much more of your shit
because I, don't want none of it [x2]
Why is it whenever you're around,
you seem to burn my feelings down
to be honest, I really dont give a crap
of where you are, and where youre at,
You're like, the wood thats on my door
broken, bruised and on the floor
I lied, I told you I wanted more,
To be honest, I think your a whore.
