“Big Sur” by Tracie Vanderpool

Who do you think you are?
So fake, humming around twinkle twinkle little star.
You can stop the act,
Don't worry, I know you for exactly who you are.

You, yeah you, could you be more selfish?
Running around here pretending you're selfless.
You are worse than the kid that steals the church's money
You condemn her but you are just like Lyss.

Nothing is uglier than the words from your mouth.
Is this too hard to hear? Go on and pout.
I don't buy your fake tears and I hope it hurts.
Don't claim you don't know what this is about.

I don't want to ever hear you say that you love me.
I don't trust you with a dime, don't you see?
Send me dead flowers in the morning.
You say I mean everything to you, you don't mean anything to me.