[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