Cheater, cheater
Bottom feeder

Always choosing the ones who are just shy of pretty
(and we both know it)

You are wearing down.

The shots I fire are hitting you, making you admit the things you tried to bury

You are wearing down under the weight of your own lies

I can see you crumbling 
(It’s the one time in my life that I wish I wasn’t right.)

PLJ told me all I need to know
(Did you love me or the challenge of getting me?) 

Liar, liar
Victim crier
Only willing to admit fault until it cuts deeper than you’d like

Maybe I would have been easier to talk to if 
You
Hadn’t 
Started
It

(I was never the bully in this relationship)