Don’t hide it, dear, I’m yours to kiss.

I’ve never liked it here, these tears you’ll miss.

I want to change, but you know I can’t.

Want me to hide my fears? I’ve got a long fucking list.

Maybe you can change the rhyme, just cut my throat, don’t clean the knife.

Maybe I am just a bitch, I’m here to hold, I’m here to hit.

Maybe you can’t handle this! Maybe you’re the fool! Maybe you’re the dick!

Apparently I’m just a sent-i-mental piece of shit, you always had the balls, just never knew how to pitch.

I fucking hate your stories, they always kinda bored me. I really hate your stories! You’re super fucking boring!

Touch my thigh, it’ll make me cry, can’t you squeeze my throat until I choke?

Can’t you pull my hair, baby if you dare?

Can you read my mind? Baby fuck me blind!

Apparently I’m just a sent-i-mental piece of shit,

You always had the balls, still can’t fucking pitch.

You can’t even say clit-or-ous, you only think, with your tiny dick!

I’ll let you spread my legs, tell me just how you’d like me to beg, can’t you be the one who moans? I’m not your pet to own!

Don’t hide it dear, you’ve got nothing to fear.

I’m home alone, these walls you’ll rome.

Baby, touch me in a hundred ways, i know you got the stuff, but your job can’t pay.

Look at me with those cold ass eyes, and all I’ll ever think is,

Apparently I’m just a sent-i-mental piece of shit,

You always had the balls, let’s see you try to pitch,

I’m not in love with you anymore,

Don’t you come back knocking at my locked door,

My hearts been opened enough damn times

I really can’t think of something that rhymes.

Bitch, just hit me and call me a slut,

But I’ve always thought of you so much.

I need your love and i want your praise,

I’ll let you touch me in a hundred ways.