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I’m not a singer,

I’m a songwriter.

I wanted to be a power

Behind the scenes.

I wouldn’t whore myself

On some throne.

I whored myself with you;

Because I thought you’d be faithful.

I thought I was showing loyalty;

You saw me as an obedient dog.

You must’ve thought I was naïve,

Motherfucker,

You thought you could fuck with me.

Well, you must feel pretty fucking naïve.



Running around with your friends,

I hope you’re happy.

They’re your family, right?

Asshole, you were my family

I didn’t want you to sacrifice shit,

I was your friend.

I just thought you were willing to sacrifice,

But you weren’t my friend.



Dude, I know I shocked you.

I was nice long enough

That you forgot I could defend myself.

I thought about you so much,

You forgot I could think for myself.

So this is the best situation,

I think for myself.

Fuck you and your situation.

They got you singing now,

And I’m writing for myself.