I can’t believe you lied again, even if the lie was small.
Your first mistake: ignoring my call.
I asked where you were—as if GPS didn’t tell it all.
I asked for communication, when you’d leave or stay out too late.
Yet, you beat to your own drum; playing dumb is your favorite rhythm.
Although you have worked on fixing so many habits that I hate,
I cannot ignore the way your charisma has you imprisoned.
In your hometown you can’t thrive, trapped in circles of pressured peers
I have been your only voice of reason, keeping you grounded all these years
So, when you want to make decisions that you know may risk it all,
Your honesty falls short, though your masculinity stands tall.
You preach growth, but do you practice what you preach?
I try to meet your expectations, feeling disconnected from your speech.
Were you a politician, your performance would top the polls.
If I weren’t versed in your games, you’d have me fooled, long and behold.
How can you look me in the eyes and double down on the lies?
Then, have the nerve to demand respect—you deserve the disrespect.
Don’t pressure me to do better, while you just do whatever.
I find it comical the way you underestimate my clever.