So you were ashamed 'cause you slept with a hooker?
Pretty sure she regretted having you as her looker.
You think you're a hottie, strutting around all cool,
But you hide your flaccid excuses behind that paycheck tool.
You really thought you owned me—oh, what a joke!
Now you flaunt your toned body like you're bespoke.
Better? Maybe. Braver? Never.
Let’s tell the world: you’re a coward, forever.
Oh, the boy with mommy issues, so cliché, so trite,
Thinking your Western rating could make you Mr. Right.
You thought I cried because I wanted you so?
Nah, honey, you were more of a haunted "no."
A dream? Please, don’t flatter your fragile esteem.
You were the villain in my frightened scream.
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