8 Lyrics

I'm sorry that you couldn't be the first

I'm sorry that I told you how he hurt me

Now you touch me different

You're uncertain

You're looking like it's something that I planned

Of course an eight year old would simply plan for that

I'm sorry if he took away your virgin

You've got some nerve

Five five fronting

Could you get real

You've got nothing in that head of yours

Good for nothing boy you're such a chore

And it's a bore

Red flag waving in my pretty face

But i gave you grace gave you everything

Tough luck trying fix all your mistakes

Can't trust a man who

Saves face

Can't trust a man who

Saves face