Your mouth won’t talk to me, but your lips lock to others guy’s.

You can’t hang out with me because you have relatives over, but you can have sex with a football jock that night.

I try to break up with you, you cry, I forgive.

I can’t hug you in the hallway when barely anyones around, but you let other guys grab your ass while everyone is there.

You can’t share a Sprite with me, but you can share a ciggerate with that guy from 6th period.

I’ve had it with you, you cry, I feel bad, we make up.

You can call me a dipshit and think nothing of it, but you call James an idiot and feel bad for weeks.

You talk about me behind my back and tell me you did, but you say something behind Drews back and you deny it.

I’m done, what would you do if I said to you, just go ahead and cry.