et tu, brutus?

You don't love me You just love the way I feel

I'm such a fool to think this shit was real It's just the shit I deal with

Should've known you'd switch up real quick

When I think about the way you treated me I feel sick

You knew I was weak You know the world had left me broken and beat

You also knew that you were something to me Something I thought I could keep

You didn't call me for weeks and now you're looking at me like I'm some sort of freak

I been up all night waiting for you to call back

The saddest part to me is that you ain't even all that

Just someone "who gives a fuck" and picks up when it's all bad