You're All Chrome

Till yesteryear, I didn't know you would judge me so harshly.

And to think that you wouldn't think differently of me after I revealed my mind to you,

after I brought my life into the light.

Because I thought all along that was what you wanted,

but you really wanted that from all of 'your girls',

all of your girls.

I wasn't your 'one', your kisses, your back massage, your picnic.

And don't you think that I'm bound to give in eventually; you're sadly mistakened.

You fed me three servings of lies through our text messages, our whispers, our 'in depth' walks, three servings.

I've finished our plate of friendship.

I'm done with your 'real life' experiences, your dreams, you.

It sucks.

You spend your entire youth scared of what others will think of you;

and when you finally build up the courage to show what you're really made out of,

they want nothing to do with you,

nothing to do with you.