The Last Song

The Last Song - Blü Eyes

Lyrics by：Katie Stump

Composed by：Katie Stump

I was young and trusting

You had just turned thirty-three

Looking for some validation

To heal your childhood trauma mm

You told me I was special

Then covered up my freckles

Let you turn me into someone I hated

Just so that you would love me hmm

You diluted all my talents

Like a watercolor palette

I was spreading myself so thin for you

Pushed the limits of my body

Flying all over the country

Just to be the one that you wanted me to

But I swear to you

This is the last song I'll write about you

I've opened up every single old wound

And all the **** that you put me through

I couldn't make it make sense if I had to

This is the last time I'll put it in words

The way you gaslit all of my hurt

I fell apart trying to make it work

And I think it's time to let go if I have to

This is the last song I'll write about

You made me hate my body

Like it didn't belong to me

Every pound I gained became a ghost that haunts me still hmm

And I used to say I'd never hate you

Never wish we hadn't met

Back then I thought that one day we'd

Be able to be friends again

And I was wrong obviously

I think that I secretly

Wanted you to admit the hurt you'd done to me

I was craving your permission

To let me feel all my feelings

Now I'm laughing at the irony

I took the bait and let you break me

Then expected you to save me

Glue together every shattered piece

For my sanity

This is the last song I'll write about you

Already tried but there's not enough room

For all the **** that you put me through

I couldn't make it make sense if I had to

This is the last time I'll put it in rhymes

How you abused so much of my time

I'm clearing out space in my mind

And I think it's time to let go if I have to

If this is the last song I'll write about you

I got some last **** to say about you

If this is the last song I'll write about you

I got some last **** to say about you

You're a liar and a narcissist master of manipulation

Treat all of your friends like **** such a ******* social climber

Think you need a therapist you've got way too many problems

Sorry I'm not sorry but say goodbye to your reputation

You're almost forty now say that you're twenty-seven

Made people work for free and then take all the credit

Wiped all our memories just like it never happened

Even my parents think you're kind of a ****** person

So this is the last song I'll write about you

I promise

This is the last song I'll write about you