I never claimed to Barbie
Yet you still played with me
Sorry
I’m not your type
Would of suited me oh so fine
But instead you drank me up like aged wine
Then threw me up when you realised
I just didn’t sit right
I’m sorry I’m plus sized
Got those killer thick thighs
That your ex didn’t have oh I bet your glad
I was never a tall thin blonde in my life
In sorry that I’m chronically ill
And pushed my self each day still to spend time with you
But my health was the issue?
Call a spade a spade
And I’ll call you a fucking dick
Because you acted just like one
Rose to the occasion
But fell as soon as you where done
Leaving me with no standing ovation
So go on and pretend
That the problems you had with me where my own
And I’ll pretend some more that I’m fine being alone.
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