[Intro]
It would not do.
I can't keep thinking ‘bout how I lost my cool.
I gave away too much, way too much, I knew.
My heart was then broken in two, it hurt.

[Verse]
I figure out good intentions would not count
When they’ve already intended to really do me down.
I wanted to help, I only wanted to help
Not knowing I was the one who needed help the most.
Three came to me, listened to my stories, then, two left.
I guess they just came for tea: how I got bled.

[Chorus]
I’m so done being kind to beings so unkind to my feelings.
I’m sick of their cowardly hiding, story-inventing, badly defaming me.
Why do people send friend requests on the internet
So far I’ve got quite a bit, ah, quite a bit
What do they want from being on my friend list?
Do they just look for a place they can peek?
Do they just want a short stay and then leave
When can't ask for my sacrifice?
They are not satisfied when I know how to be unkind?
To be unkind
To be unkind

[Solo guitar]

[Outro]
It would not do.
I can't keep thinking about how I lost my cool.
I gave away too much, way too much
But now I know how to be unkind.
And being unkind to them is being kind to me
Being kind to me.