You were never my friend I was only a friend to you
Fuck around and figure out why nobody likes you
Ain't funny how the world works, some people hate the truth
Give everything to them, they'll still screw over you
And now I finally have the balls
Don't know why no one has said it
You cut your hair and dye it black
But we all see right through it
You're a poser, a loser, a wannabe
A pathetic imitation of my royalty
So go on and use trauma as your shitty cover up
What you really needs a shower and to put on some makeup
Really it's pathetic
Treading lightly with you
You made your bed you'll lie in it and
That's my final fuck you
Making rock is more than docs and playing dress up
I will never run your race and yet
You're still the runner up
You say it's popularity
Well I wasn't filled in
How could it be a contest
When I begged for you to win
You're a poser, a loser, a wannabe
A pathetic imitation of my royalty
So go on and use trauma as your shitty cover up
What you really needs a shower and to put on some makeup
Really it's pathetic
Treading lightly with you
You made your bed you'll lie in it and
That's my final fuck you
I bet you've been waiting for this
You know what I write
But talk your shit, you're bringing
Fists to a gun fight
Bitch I got receipts on you that you don't wanna see
And you'll claim yourself the victim but nobody will believe
And you're so depressed, oh shut the fuck up
Go put on a shirt of a band you never heard of
You're a
Poser
A loser
A wannabe
A pathetic imitation of my royalty
So go on and use trauma as your shitty cover up
What you really needs a shower and to put on some makeup
Really it's pathetic
Treading lightly with you
You made your bed you'll lie in it and
That's my final fuck you