Fuck You, Why Do You Care?

And I still got that call from when you told me you don't love me.

And you were like, "Why the fuck do you care about me?

You ain't my type." Like you didn't know me at all.

So fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. And why are you calling me?

I still remember. And why do you care about me? You were my

type. I wish I didn't know you at all. So fuck you,

you, you, you, you, you,

you. Fuck you. Why are you calling me? I still remember.