I tell you everything
I wish you would do the same
But no, you keep it to yourself
This is such a fucked-up game

I'm always the last to kno
Cuz you tell every muthafucka but me
You say that I do the same
But everyone can see

That I'm always the last to know
If things are bad, or if they're real
And you pass it off like it don't matter
Well, have you ever thought about how I feel??

"Don't keep secrets from your girl," they say
"It's not right to keep it inside"
Well, everytime I ask you whas wrong
You shut yourself off and hide

But only from me, cuz everyone else will kno
And I guess that doesn't make you feel bad
But when I get to find out from everyone but you
You fuckin rite that I'ma get mad

"Express how you feel," you said
"Tell me when something's wrong"
Oh yeah, I hear it all the time
It's always that same old song

I love you and all, but this ain't right
And I hope that you'll someday see
That maybe you shouldn't tell everyone else first
And actually start with me.

TRICK ASS BITCH!!!