[ I have digits that's 5 minutes to call ]

I have digits that's 5 minutes to call
quits, or leave you forever bleeding until in another life I beg you to grant the
a reprieve
You were your heart upon your sleeve
that's why I leave

You gave up on me
that's why I leave,

You wouldn't stop choking me with addict smoke
that why I left you open

You never tried to be good girlfriend that's why I lied
with my pen I broke up with you when I realized you
weren't even a good friend.

You opened all doors not just to me, you were a national whore
that's why I fucked up and broke up with you on the samel floor.
I realized that's a little harsh but what was tearing me apart
was that you never stopped trying to get sticked by anything with a dick.

And you, you were a liar, the picture of a deceitful girl
even after we broke up, and your plans became unfurled
and revealed by a street smarter martyr of pain
To Your lies you s