You’re desperate at best
All you do is complain
I apologize for all the times
I tried to help in any way.
And oh, did I mention your cries
For attention are driving me insane?
I miss the way we talked before you went away to school.
Now all you seem to say is “Baby, how could it be you?”
I hate the way you’re leaning and you’re looking at your phone.
I hate the way I feel like dying when I’m alone.