Get back on track

Painted nails and finger rings
You pretend to be someone else
You're not a safe space
Not Attuned to your emotional side
You're desperate to be liked
Get back on track
You don't make any sense
You can ask for what you need
But I don't care to ever meet it
Whack
Don't come back
You keep putting up these acts
And I don't care for all of that
All of that (threex)
Any of that
All of that
Manipulate me
By speaking softly
It doesn't mean it's better off
Than speaking loudly
I'd rather you yell
You're not any different
You're just like all of them
Get back on track
You don't make any sense
You keep talking in a circle
I don't care to ever hear it
Whack
Don't come back
Never ever really liked you
I'm so glad we're done with that
Done with that(threex)
Done with all of that
All of that