bullshitz

How does it feel, when you read,
that it doesn't bother me,
And how does it feel, to read,
That I'm stronger than I've ever been,

Did you really think, that I've been in love?
Well, whatever this was, it wasn't enough.
How could you have the nerve to ask,
If I've been with someone else in the past,
What are you thinking about me,
I'm not some chick that tries to be,
like all the others, but you couldn't see:
What you had, when you had me,
so go on and leave me,
leave me