Heartless?

Told all your friends your ugly tale 'bout a girl who cried and screamed and yelled, and told you not to speak to her and made you love her and then just left you there... how cold. I wish they knew, I wish they knew, the real you. I wish they knew 'bout all the stuff you didn't do, all the stuff I did for you, all the missing thank-yous (where'd your manners go?). I wish they didn't still believe, you only hurt the ones you love, well then I guess you really did love me.

Now you say I'm so evil, so bad news, stay away from her, that girl's a heart breaker. She's got my blood on her hands, look at her just walking around but she don't understand, how I changed, I'm a new man. Take me back... but in the same breathe you just said all that crap...

We're on the phone at 2 am, you're tryna get me back, buy me things and reminisce bout back then. What are you doing for NYE? you ask, But when I tell you my plans you just get mad, why you gonna go out and do that? Fine, I'm going to go out with all the pretty girls I met - okay, sounds fun - AND I'm gonna kiss at midnight with that girl you didn't like...

I'm never coming back if you don't want me to have fun, you're trying to bring my anger back, maybe that's why you're home alone, waiting by the telephone, ever thought of that? I'm second guessing that chance I gave you , cause you're just trying to make me as miserable as you. Is that what a friend is suppose to do? That's what a boyfriend is suppose to do when he leaves his girl at home to sit around alone like some little house wife. Well you found out that I aint that nice.

Do whatever I said before 'cause you want me back, well that was then, this is now and it don't work like that. Now all your friends say I'm controlling, maybe if they knew about your lying they'd undestand the whole thing. I hate it how you turn it around and play the victim, like I'm the mean one for leaving you, for "giving up" on you. You know there's a reason for that too. You think I didn't try to work it through? I couldn't even get through to you when I'm crying, I'm burning, it's dying, and you keep throwing fuel on the fire. You just don't get it. I'm too tired to fight anymore, I just let it burn, burn to the floor. And now you're getting mad at me (again), can't even be a friend to me (the fundamental part). I guess that's something we'll never be because you just want more and more and more. All you want is more.


This was inspired by Kanye West's "Heartless" which I believe represents the perspective of my ex(s). This is the female rebuttle... or part of it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWzlD7Lc6w8