Grab your favorite pen, write to me again,
I won't break or bend when are you going to learn?
I looked up to you Thought you told the truth
What am I to do salt in my cut, burns.
I made my bed and I'm going to sleep in it
You made me feel like sh** cause you're good at it.
Quit f**ing with my life
This apple must have hit the ground and rolled away.
Cause if you're day I'm night.
I made my bed, I made my bed
I'll sleep in it.
Grab your f**ing pen Write to me again
Do it now. What you said will not Be forgot
Deal with that somehow
I made my bed, and I'm going to sleep in it.