I am alone
You left me this way
But just like last time
You'll come back
And do it all over again
This time I can't believe you
Thought I'd take you back
One, two, three strikes
You're out
You're as predictable as a rock
As transparent as glass
You really make me sick sometimes
With all that mushy, love talk
Stuff I wanted to hear
When I still cared
You really give guys a bad rap
You're the reason women say
Men are primitive
I can't do this again, I'm sorry
Perhaps next time you'll
Get your act together
And stop being such a
Primitive, predictable
Teenage boy.