Gift Giver - Chatterbox lyrics

It's getting old Your eyes, your lies, you parasite! You get off on attention f**ing impure affection It's getting old You think you're plated in gold Your time is up, I don't give a f** Can you see my intentions? Bending over backwards Just to find out you're fake Devoted so much time in you My first big mistake I've never tried so f**ing hard To make things work out I fought so hard for nothing Now I want out I want out Just shut your goddamn mouth! I've lost my mind So you better say a prayer for me I'm dead inside So I'm sure there's nothing left for me It's getting old Your eyes, your lies, you parasite! You won't get my attention f** your bullsh** intentions It's getting old You think you're plated in gold Time is up, I don't give a f** Do you see my intentions? There's no more respect here I'm done wiping up your tears There's no f**ing respect here I never wanted to be here Are you happy? You got what you wanted from me Are you happy? Are you f**ing happy? Are you happy You watched everything get taken from me Are you happy? Just shut your goddamn mouth! f**!