Scrolling and scrolling,
Seeing ya holding hand of other girls,
Long drive and long talks,
It's not like that I stalk,
But I'm going through time dilation,
I'm getting crazy with irritation,
It seems like you tied me on center of clock,
And you roaming around with those bitches like second hands,
But I know I'm second hand here for ya,
Why you love to make me fucking jealous huh!

Biting and biting,
My own nails and fighting my own self,
Why ain't I pretty like those masks?
Why ain't I lucky enough to ask?
That why don't you notice me sometimes?
You're like the bottle of...