I don't want to see you cry

I don't know why I dont know why

to be honest, I really don't give a crap

of where you are, and where you're at

You're like the wood thats on my door

Broken, bruised, and on the floor

I lied, I told you I wanted more,

to be honest, I think you're a whore

You pay me, in day jobs

but guess what?

I dont keep tabs,

I can't take, much more of your shit

because I, don't want none of it [x2]

Why is it whenever you're around,

you seem to burn my feelings down

to be honest, I really dont give a crap

of where you are, and where youre at,

You're like, the wood thats on my door

broken, bruised and on the floor

I lied, I told you I wanted more,

To be honest, I think your a whore.