Dogshit

I treat you like dogshit It's pretty on purpose All this keeping up is getting exhausting I don't text back often Running out of options I thought by now that Maybe maybe Maybe you would've noticed And if you get the clue Oh you So unaware of what you do Oh to be just you Oh you Chasing a person who wants girls too I know you hate that I see us as exes Not friends But we can't take back all the mess we made In the past Aren't you embarrassed Cause lets face it Cut to the chase and rip of the bandaid Bleeding out I'd be embarrassed Telling your parents leave me out cause I I treat you like dogshit It's pretty on purpose All this keeping up is getting exhausting I don't text back often Running out of options I thought by now that Maybe maybe Maybe you would've noticed I treat you like dogshit It's pretty on purpose All this keeping up is getting exhausting I don't text back often Running out of options I thought by now that Maybe maybe Maybe you would've noticed I treat you like dogshit I treat you like dogshit