When we started talking,
I kinda got the feelin that
We were clickin, but you were chicken
Now you're the mess I'm dealing with
I know what I meant
cause I could see it in your eyes
You'd call me your baby,
Sweet talk me in front of the guys
Never assumed it'd end this way
You're so used to playing games
You're too immature to know anything more
We could've had it all but you showed me the door
Immature, gotta grow up
Immature, couldn't handle an us
Immature, now you miss me so much
Boy you're so immature, but you're shit outta luck
Now you wonder why I don't call
Don't stop by to say what up
And deep down you know it's you fault
Cause every day you call me up
All you can handle is nothing more than a little fun
But by the time you told me, it was too late
The damage was already done
You have no capacity for any sort of compassion
And damn you need to realize
You should think before your actions
All I ever asked was to tell me the truth
But you couldn't handle that could you
You had to play these games then expected me to wait
Well you're not at the top of my priorities babe
Look at me when I'm talkin to you
Tellin my girl I'm doggin you
Makin up a thing or two
Can't face up to any of your emotions, you f*ed up
Now you'd distraught with what might have been
But you're shit outta luck
Said it was your fault and you didn't wanna fight
Well finally we agree on something boy
Said you're ending this for my own good
You don't want to see me cry
But that you screw up every relationship
Well no shit, cause you won't even try