Original lyrics

EN

Call it tough love, but I think you're mean I don't think it's funny how you talk to me If I told your mother, I don't think she'd be happy Her little boy's been naughty Where you think you're going? I'm not done yet here Every time I talk, you start to disappear Yeah, I'd rather be doing anything else But I won't have you leave thinking I don't respect myself Who gave you the right to be a little bitch Everything you say is screaming narcissist I've tried to be an empathetic person But the gloves have come off And I wish you the worst, man I want to go home Before I commit a crime Oh, would you stop it, would you Let me keep my mind