I'd never let you close enough to smell me,
And I've dropped the ways of my past.
I've moved from drama; that's so petty.
I'm working only to be my best.
Sure I've done things which I regret,
But living in the past is just so last year.
I've exceded the empty threat.
All you've said, so insincere.
You say I've mistreated many,
But you're still breaking people down.
How ironic that you'd accuse me,
When you're still messing around.
You once said I was beautiful,
Do you remeber that?
And you turned around simply to say,
She's ugly, slutty and fat.
Mentally unstable,
Maybe I'm just rude?
Two faced, or a liar
Or a nasty combonation of the two.
If you're spending your life on fire,
Maybe these words won't burn you?
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