A new girl every week,
aren't you tired?
Looking, searching, desperate to feel complete...
don't you get tired?
You hide your pain in a million different sheets,
aren't you ashamed of yourself?
Promising, lying, ghosting...
don't you feel ashamed of yourself?
You left me so broken,
aren't you lonely?
Crying, overthinking, stalking...
don't you feel lonely?
You didn't need a new girl every week,
you could've had me.
You didn't want me,
now I wonder if you ever miss me.