[Intro]
My ribs poke out, it's all because of you
I know sometimes you hate how you feel too

[Verse]
I'm sorry but you're not what I expected
I spent hundreds all on you
I thought that we were so connected
It's so hard to tell the truth
I know that you get so defensive
At your feel I would salute
But you still use me as a weapon, to cut through
My ribs poke out, it's all because of you
I know sometimes you hate how you feel too
You're not that kind of girl I see in you
You use me like a knife to cut right through