I used to think maybe he isn't selfish
But he's proved me wrong too many times
I've always found out of his lovers
From others who couldn't put up the lies.
I can't believe I'm putting up with bullshit
When I'm the one who's used to having horns.
Please let me crawl out of the bramble
Cus I'm sick of wading through your heart of thorns.
Baby I'm trippin through your heart of thorns,
Sick of always feeling this warn down
And I can't wait to get out,
No I can't wait to get out.