Everytime you talk to me
As if things could never change between us
I can’t help but thinking
What a jerk you must have been to me
When I was in her place
If you like her so much more
And yet, here you are
You tell me it’s not the same
And of course you wont take the blame
Well, fuckboys will be fuckboys 
But I’ll no longer be one of your toys

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