After I've told you why i did
what i did to you,
you scream at me and get angry,
calling me a crazy girl.
i really don't care because I'm glad
you're the one heartbroken.
you can tell your friends
whatever the hell you want
because i know that you never
really gave a damn.
call my actions unreasonable
but i don't even care if i had every reason to do it.
i did it cause i wanted to,
and this psycho girl
that was holding on for so long
still wanted to get back at you
after all these years.
I'm satisfied,
and the next time you call me crazy
i hope you feel what i felt,
and I'll let you know,
the stupid things boys do to girls,
like cheating,
doesn't make a girl's day.
i may be crazy
but just to let you know,
that shit sticks.
