Concrete crown

You claim not to be a saint
While putting a crown on your head.
You tell me im toxic
While spitting your venom in my direction.

Keep my name out of your mouth
Or it'll soon turn bitter
Im no longer your sitter
Your still just a lost puppy
With a new master.

You said you outgrew me
Like a pair of old shoes.
Fitting right?
Seeming as you always walked all over me and i let it happen.

Tell me pretty girl
With a pretty slim waist
Do you still forget the way food
Is supposed to taste?

See. When i was in your life
I tried to help you.
But inch by inch you would tear me down
To build you up.
No you have him.
The slimmer you are for master
The longer you live in that disaster
The worse you'll get .

But its your problem now
Im through..
We were friends for 13 years..
But fuck all we've been through..