Fraud

I'm fucking done with your games boy.
You take your hoe and you see how far you'll go.
You can definitely be sure
That you'll hit the fucking floor.
All the time you we're staring over there
I was sure there was no inclination of care.
How do you fucking dare.
I wish I was cruel enough to spill all your secrets
To warn them of your mind-boggling sequence.
I'll let them take a gander,
They'll find out and send you back
Hopefully with a kick in the sack.
I regret ever letting myself call you mine.
Why should I care? I lied.
I wasn't in love with you the entire time.
So what's with me gobbling on this line.