[Verse 1: Antwon]
Who taught you how to do d**, probably your father
Who gave you issues so you bug and people call you awkward
Not me, reserved feelings run deep
Never to be a part, so to some it's just a mystery
If it's not love then I'm soaking in my misery
Little things help, like holding hands and kissing cheeks
But you'll get sick of me just like I'm f**ing sick of you
There's no one in this world, who I guess I feel relation too
I keep to myself now, more reserved
Towards you I feel resentment, no embrace inside your words
To me you feel the same, embrace comes by your nexus
Then I'll do the same and pretend it's not your s**
I'll stumble round the topic when I see mutual friends
I'll tell them I'm all good and I wish you all the best
But inside I hope you died and this sh** gets put to rest
When I see you round town I look at the ground, and hide inside my head
Heaven knows I'm miserable
Empty, like when I used to kiss you
I don't miss us but I know there's no convincing you
Cause you think you know what love is and it makes us look so typical
[Hook x2]
When I'm around you I feel a certain rush
I used to f** with d**h and get the shakes when I didn't feel her touch
Nowadays I'm not around you much
But when I think about you, I feel my skull crush