Dear EX

You should’ve known better than to try and hit on a girl like me.
If you get too close and fall for me, I’m not responsible.
But here’s one thing I can tell you: heartbreak is inevitable.
Because I’m exactly the kind of girl you call a ‘tease.’

Yeah, that’s right, I’m not some goody-two-shoes.
I smoke, drink, party, and I’m covered in tattoos from head to toe.
My mini skirt barely covers my underwear.
But I’m still my parents’ princess, so who are you to judge me?

Dear ex, sorry, but I’m not the doll you imagined me to be.
I don’t care about the lectures you gave me, I’m not interested.
Let’s be honest, you just thought I wasn’t good enough for you.
So don’t worry about whether we’re a good match or not, just take your baggage and leave.

Dear ex, sorry, I’m still not the doll you thought I was.
Now you’ve finally got to play with the ‘girl you like.’
Just don’t come crawling back to me begging for a second chance.
You really think I’d be stupid enough to fall for that twice?"