I want to talk shit about your girlfriend so badly.
I want to tell the world how much I despise her voice, & the fact that she's never had to work a day in her life.
I want to tell you that she's riding your coattails,
that when she walked away from you on the red carpet, she faced a line of paparazzi,
hoping that someone would want a picture of her.
Not a single camera flashed,
& that's when she came back & stood next to you.
Don't feel lucky because you have this girl.
I see through her like air.
You don't have to believe me,
& I'm sure you don't, but