The very simple honest song

It stings me every time that I think about it,
The way you would like her to be.
From magazines and beauty queens
I try to not look,
But unconciously I am always wondering
Of how you would like her to be,
When all I know the person isn`t me.

I comb my hair, I take a bath and think about her
Every time I dress for a night out
And I don`t want to think such things, but I am pressured
By memories and feelings all the time.
Of times you thought that she was me
And how did it change quite suddenly.

I don`t want you.
I do not care.
I don`t want to stare.

But looking back I can`t belive how I fell for you.
Suspicions stroke me all along the way.
You said you loved me way too early for it to be true,
But no one had ever hit on me that way:
So bluntly, badly, successfully.

You liked trends, korean boybands
And cute little girls.
You said you never had girlfriends.
But you had loads of friends,
Acquaintances of females
And later you asked me to be one of them.

And all I know is what hit me back then:

They were like me and you were fuking them.

I don`t want ou
I do not care
I don`t want you to stare.

"Avril lavigne or japanese or someone like that"
I think to myself as I walk away.
And somewhere inside I know that you`re just unhappy
And looking for someone to heal the pain
And my sorrow is a lesson that I gained.
(I mean, who wears tigers on their boxers anyway?)

But I wish you well,
I hope you find the one you seek
And find happiness,
You little
Prick.