liar.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss you

Bet you was lying when you said I was the issue

Next to her magazines is where she keeps her tissues

In due time I'ma be in most of those issues

I always knew my worth even through the thick and thin

But most nights I question whether I am really him

Whether I am really great, how long can I fucking wait

Cos I'm so tired and I don't wanna have to wait up

Some mornings I don't even really wanna wake up

Never could not create love instead I like to make love

In hopes of trynna make up for all those times they turned me down

But now she wanna make up