For the Tub Of Butter Who Hurt me.

Hey Hun.
Can you really say,
That you don't love me anymore?
I bet you can't.
So you call me an immature whore.
You act like I'm nothing.
We all know I'm something.
It's okay because I'm doing well.
I don't miss you.
Bet that makes your heart swell.
Boy, your a liar.
And a good one at that.
But, that's okay.
Cause I've gotten to be okay with all that you've had to say.
You make up names to hurt me.
But, we all know they're not true.
Who's immature now?
Certainly, it's you.
Who's the boy who flirts with everyone?
Boy, that's you too.
So who's the whore now?
You know the answer to that one,
Don't you?