Strings
You broke my heart ten times
I've got a problem with exaggerating
But look me dead in my eyes
And you'll see I mean what I'm saying
You broke your promises
You missed my birthday
You missed your shot, ay
You said no strings attached
But your feelings and words don't match
So here's your fucking love song
Not the kind you want, hun
Sabotage your own fun
I'm checking out, yeah, I'm done
Hey, if there were strings, they'd fade
But babe, you made your own fate
Who do you think you are?
Misunderstood? I fucking understand you
When I gave you my whole heart
You ran like you stole it, baby
So here's your fucking love song
Not the kind you want, hun
Sabotage your own fun
I'm checking out, yeah, I'm done
Hey, if there were strings, they'd fade
But babe, you made your own fate
And maybe I should've told you
It's easier to live without you
Would you have shaped up then?
No
And maybe I should've told you
I'm pretty sure you are the one
You wouldn't have heard a word I said
So here's your fucking love song
Not the kind you want, hun
Sabotage your own fun
I'm checking out, yeah, I'm done
Hey, if there were strings, they'd fade
But babe, you made your own
Fucking love song
I've got a problem with exaggerating
But look me dead in my eyes
And you'll see I mean what I'm saying
You broke your promises
You missed my birthday
You missed your shot, ay
You said no strings attached
But your feelings and words don't match
So here's your fucking love song
Not the kind you want, hun
Sabotage your own fun
I'm checking out, yeah, I'm done
Hey, if there were strings, they'd fade
But babe, you made your own fate
Who do you think you are?
Misunderstood? I fucking understand you
When I gave you my whole heart
You ran like you stole it, baby
So here's your fucking love song
Not the kind you want, hun
Sabotage your own fun
I'm checking out, yeah, I'm done
Hey, if there were strings, they'd fade
But babe, you made your own fate
And maybe I should've told you
It's easier to live without you
Would you have shaped up then?
No
And maybe I should've told you
I'm pretty sure you are the one
You wouldn't have heard a word I said
So here's your fucking love song
Not the kind you want, hun
Sabotage your own fun
I'm checking out, yeah, I'm done
Hey, if there were strings, they'd fade
But babe, you made your own
Fucking love song
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Writer(s): Callaghan Belle
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