Why do you always make things about you?

I know it's crazy, but I have feelings too.

Was anything you said ever even true?

Because all along, all your lies I could see right through.

Oh, so it's about me now. Is that how this works?

Now you find me cute, with all my little quirks?

Do you even care, or is this just for the perks?

Because, I'm sorry, I don't pay attention to jerks.

You can leave now, just walk out the door.

My heart's already torn out on the floor.

Did you really think that I'd ask for more?

Because I'm not falling like I did before.