Fuck You

You call me when you're stressed and call him when you're horny
I have to be honest with you baby this shit is getting rather boring
You want to cry on my shoulder when he hit you that night
Then a week later making excuses for why it was alright
As ignorant as is sounds I'm glad you're sad
Brings me pleasure to see you in some shit that bad
Especially since you left me for him you left love for drugs
You'd rather argue and fight than sit and discuss
Now I see you with disgust even after we fuck
Not make love you'll never understand what that was
Next time you're hurt and crying you can knock on my door
But if I don't answer then you have your answer....you're not welcomed here anymore