Hey, fat bitch, I know you can hear me, and you're amazing, what you put on FacebookNext message, cause I've got a boyfriend now that makes $119 a yearHey, I'll give you a minute, so you can revisitThe things that you say I did when really I didn'tCall yourself bipolar, as if it's supposed toFix the crazy * you did, like that *'s the olderAnd I know, I know, I know how that * goesYou want me, say you love me, then you don'tYou say you've changed, but have you really though?I got to go, soIf you wanna make stuff up, that's not of my businessIf you wanna break my heart, I'm not gonna feel itWay too many hours lost, I'm so sick of givingIf you wanna make stuff up, if you wanna make stuff upIf you wanna make stuff upI think you should listen to what I've been sayingThis isn't for sale, this isn't for saleI'm not reciprocated, I'm not in my feelingsGot darkness in your veins, that * doesn't go awayCould say that I miss you, but I ain't lying todayAnd I know, I know, I know how that * goesYou miss me, say you messed up, then you don'tYou say you've changed, but have you really though?I got to go, soIf you wanna make stuff up, that's not of my businessIf you wanna break my heart, I'm not gonna feel itWay too many hours lost, I'm so sick of givingIf you wanna make stuff up, if you wanna make stuff upIf you wanna make stuff upIf you wanna break my heartIf you wanna make stuff upIf you wanna make stuff upIf you wanna makeIf you wanna make stuff up, I'm not gonna feel itIf you wanna make stuff up, that's none of my businessIf you wanna break my heart, I'm not gonna feel itWith too many hours lost, I'm so sick of feelingIf you wanna make stuff up, if you wanna make stuff upIf you wanna make stuff up, I'm not gonna feel it