"You're one of those guys"
"One of those guys . . ?"
"Mhm"
"As in . . ?"

"The guy who breaks hearts for fun
Or because his friends dared him
The guy who sees women as objects
Instead of as people"

Yeah, that's me
Watching a heart get crushed
Until the blood gushes out
And the tears match the blood's fall

Stealing her smile as it transfers to my face
My eyes cold and dry, hers wet and broken
Laughing while she runs away to hurt herself
But you don't understand

Because I've crushed a heart
Not for fun, but because it was the only option
And you don't understand just how much I'd give
To never be in that position again

So call me what you want
Assume who I am
It wouldn't be the first time people are wrong about me
And it won't be the last