Writing me a letter for the wrong reason
You always knew I loved them but are you teasin’?
Thinking that’s how you end something
But you’re not even listening
to anyone but yourself

It’s a Monday night and I’m at the top of bens stairs
As the light fades after 10pm
Can’t see hope anywhere
I hear your voice after two days of nothing
In a place that isn’t my surrounding
Everything’s just passing , lost inside

You try to pretend like its all okay
Whilst I’m still thinking of you every single day
Not gonna lie, I’m struggling to have faith
There’s so much I just wanna say

I’m sorry I’m not the blonde girl
You always wanted
You were a talker not a do-er
never corresponded
Dates and places planning to go
Never happened, words were thrown
Now here we are
full blown
Through your mothers telephone

Two months down the line
You’re prolonging the pain
Cause you won’t give any answers
You’re actions are in vain
You’re the same old you with your excuses
Guess I’m a girl with so many bruises
Cause I give too much and all the boys
they just take take take

You try to pretend like I was never alive
To turn your face the other way
It breaks me inside
You’re crazy to make me fall repeated times
But this time I won’t tolerate you with your crimes

I’m sorry I’m not the blonde girl
You always wanted
You were a talker not a do-er
never corresponded
Dates and places planning to go
Never happened, words were thrown
Now here we are
full blown
Through your father’s telephone

Oooh
So you’ve done what you’ve done
To avoid confrontations
Cause you can’t yeah you can’t take
My reactions
When I’ve wrote a list of 16 questions
That you left me behind with

You’ve gotta face the consequence of your actions
Which I know is hard but you’ve thrown all the damage
I’m sorry I’m not the blonde girl
You always wanted
You were a talker not a do-er
never corresponded
Dates and places planning to go
Never happened, words were thrown
Now here we are
full blown
Through your parent’s telephone