you couldn't text me last night cause she was crying to you on skype.
she hates your films, your music too, she makes ya sing tswift and 1d or she'll move,
on

and lately your smiles' been gone.
and it's 4am and she's drunk making out with all your friends.
hell,


You can do better, you can do better, you can do better than that.
i see you're into the fake barbies, the ones who wear pink and party,

but her tities the size of my attention span.
and hey, i'm not any better i guess.
but you can do better, you can do better, you do better than that.


and there she is, she's high again.
her IQ now negative

and you say you love her but is it that?
dude her !@%$ are the size of my attention span,


aye, you think you're trapped in this but,
say, dude would ya give that a rest.