Fakes.

Screw guys, period.
I hate falling for them.
I hate believing them.
I hate losing them.

What am I left with in the end?
Nothing but myself, again.

Always think they're different.
Then they prove me wrong.

I've been fooled long enough.
Most recent?
He's going to regret it.
THE MOST.

Mostly Hated On.
You titled that album correctly.
Watch your back.
Promise, not a threat.

Out.