I was nineteen when I wrote this song. I was mad at my significant other, so I wrote this mean song about him, although I never sang it for him.
Lyrics
I hope I don’t hear your knock at my door
It’s better off if you refrain
My heart is broken; I’m feeling a little poor.
All you ever gave me was a migraine.
So when I’m lonely, don’t you come a runnin’ to my rescue
You’re only trying to cover up the love that we messed up and ruining the things it took me so long to see.
