That Guy

If only they saw the way you hurt,

maybe they wouldn't treat you like dirt.

Your feelings hid deep inside,

You wish there was a place to run and hide.

the haunting memories you left me with,

sometimes drive you to wanna jump off a cliff.

taking matters into your own hands or should i say wrist,

I should of never went to that party and took that risk.

Now im haunted by youre oily musk,

and that painful thrust.

Now i wish i could crawl and die

but you'll never care

your just that kind of guy.