bitchin for deccades

ey..bitchin for deccades,you pityfull mermaid,I been there in your campus class bad aim,later you switch me off your phone,when you got mad and answered my call,that you want somebody,more than me,like how i feel how humiliating now,you talking bitch bitch I'm in a fucking depression,I want you back but you're slipping out of my mind and I'm keeping tying the same,but I actually fed up,now these not scars sun got no harm and they keep on filling you with the same joke but you're not realizing the truth,once you were out of your mind but the way they talked made you ball.huh?now my past made me strong,later I can talk to my kids about this stuff,cause they'll have some inspiration from Dad's talk,tell what you really had was a fucking fake face,that you always used to put on face,still active in this midthirties,and they were always keep talking the same shit,that I was the one who was bitchin for deccades,