I kept myself busy as I try to get by
and you flashed your pretentious smile
as you gave me your unwanted false hope.
Suddenly, all those love songs were about you.
I was ecstatic, elated, entranced by you.
Days went by and the colors started to fade again
You had me playing your sweet little games
wrapped me around your cold dirty fingers.
I should have noticed from the start
that you only called because you were bored
not because you ever cared about me.
Suddenly, all those bitter songs are about you.
Now you walk away and all I can do is do the same
It bothers me how you're unaffected and I'm left cynical.
but I've grown tired of asking the same stupid questions
so I hope you know that all these sad songs are about you.