I know the way you have been looking at me for half a year, I stand for your failures and discontents,
the restlessness that impelled you to drop colds calls,
cold texts luring me into reaction, baiting me because you did not know how to get me, I stood my ground,
and then you turned to anxious rages, impulsive tendencies, harassment and stalking for half a year.
And here is the thing, you can’t fuck with me the way you have,
because I know I am bad bitch, but the question really is do you?

You are breathing down my neck,
I’ve lost every ounce of respect
that I’ve used to have for you
and everything you do,
all it took was half a year of disrespect
spit, blasphemy, disdain
for the good in front of you.

Don’t confuse your whiteness for merit, we get it.
You know nothing sacred, your friendships are enemies.
The disposability of an obscene demand;
and you thought that things were bad.
You are one to go on to chastise,
you are so holy, so divine,
bro, can’t you quit it with your eyes,
voyeurism in disguise.
At a point it started to upset me,
all these boundaries lines in the sand with you
disregarding all I asked
abhoration of a foreign tie.

You are breathing down my neck,
I’ve lost every ounce of respect
that I’ve used to have for you
and everything you do,
all it took was half a year of disrespect
spit, blasphemy, disdain

(you don’t need my love)
You are breathing down my neck,
I’ve lost every ounce of respect
that I’ve used to have for you
and everything you do,
all it took was half a year of disrespect
spit, blasphemy, disdain