I'm the bad guy

you are no romeo

All the conversations, decree, and that shuffle.

You make it seem like it's my fault,

The only answer you have is—
“But you did swipe right, right?” Jeez!!

I was 18, or 19,
just trying to find someone I could lean.
But every time, you—
Baby, you were just mean.

 
If a frontman asks you,
“Is this how you treat someone’s youth?”
Would you laugh it off,
or choke on the truth?

Or twist it around—just to stay clean?

You’ve done it all—
love letters, dancing in the rain,
begging on your knees till it's burning with pain.

But this is my turn.
And you’re backing up,
trying to play it safe.
Let’s put it this way:
“To do this all again, you don’t have the balls.”

And yeah, retrograde?
All I could see was the same abyss.
And I thought—
God, I thought—you were better than this.

Tell all your friends I’m the bad guy.
Hope it feels good,
chasing the lie.

You’ll forget me—time flies.
But one day, when your daughter comes home
crying in your arms,
complaining about a guy just like you…

Hope you see me in her eyes.