[Intro - Quiet]
You said you had feelings.
I believed you enough
to move my fucking life.
Then I got there…
“No fire.”
“Maybe I’ll never feel it.”
You knew I loved you before I came.
Don’t ever pretend
you didn’t know what that would do to me.
[Verse 1]
I worked eight hours while you slept through the day,
Paid every bill, yours AND mine, made sure shit got paid.
Bought all the groceries, watched you eat mine too,
Washed all the dishes ’cause apparently none belonged to you.
At work, watch my wording.
Watch my tone.
Come home, watch it again.
Wrong chore. Wrong reaction.
Wrong apology. Start again.
Don’t wanna hear about an ex? I’m difficult.
Girl you fucked? I’m insecure.
Need reassurance after everything?
Now I’m the problem you endure.
We pick a movie for an hour, you don’t even watch.
Another argument starts, nobody knows how to stop.
Two A.M.
Three.
Four.
Eight comes.
Clock in.
Do it again.
[Chorus]
YOU TAUGHT ME NOT TO TRUST YOU.
Not once.
Over and over.
Every “I want you”
came with an expiration.
Every “stay”
eventually became
“GET OUT.”
Then you looked at the fear YOU built in me
and acted like it was my character flaw.
[Verse 2]
Location sharing was YOUR idea.
Until suddenly you didn’t want it.
“You don’t really have to leave.”
While you’re packing my shit.
“I want you back.”
Then don’t come back.
“No fuck buddy has my number.”
They did.
“I’m talking to my brother.”
You weren’t.
“I won’t call you names anymore.”
Fat bitch.
Stupid.
Dumbass.
Again.
You knew exactly which words hurt.
And chose them anyway.
Then wondered why your WORD
wasn’t enough anymore.
[Bridge - Beat Cuts]
And no.
You don’t get in my face.
Take my phone.
Block my exit.
Use your body to make mine understand
I’m not leaving until YOU decide.
Then hold me while I cry
and call yourself the person who calmed me down.
You don’t get credit
for being the shelter
when you were part of the fucking storm.
[Verse 3]
And YOU were scared I wouldn’t stay?
After cheating?
I stayed.
After finding you with somebody else?
I stayed.
You fucked another woman
IN MY FUCKING BED.
And somehow you still needed proof
that I wanted you?
What else was I supposed to sacrifice
before my love counted?
My money?
Paid it.
My sleep?
Lost it.
My peace?
Gone.
My dignity?
Look how long I fucking stayed.
[Final Chorus]
YOU TAUGHT ME NOT TO TRUST YOU.
Then punished me for learning.
You wanted forgiveness
without remembering.
Trust
without rebuilding.
Love
without accountability.
And apparently me…
without having to love me back.
You worried I’d leave
and you’d be fucked financially.
I worried I’d lose you.
That’s the part that fucking kills me.
Because maybe I misunderstood
what each of us was afraid to lose.
I was terrified
of losing the man I loved.
And maybe you were terrified…
of losing the woman
who paid your bills.