Ring on, ring off, you keep bumming me out
I try to phone but you never reach out
Is it a phase, or you're tearing me down?
Am I too small, too lost, for your crown?
Sent a message, thumbs up, thumbs down
No word from you, just a little silent “seen”
I wanted grown-up talk, a heart-to-heart scene
But honey… you’re just cruel, why you gotta be so mean?
Why?
You gotta be so, mean..
I've been thinking, I've been thinking about you
And you've been not giving, not giving a shit
Is there something you'd like to respond to?
Cause I've been writing all alone in here
I've been dying from the same hurt, not that you asked
It metastasizes through my brain and my heart collapsed
Why do you always drift away when shit gets real?
How can friendship heal if you don't own your deal?
Refren
Ring on, ring off, you keep bumming me out
I try to phone but you never reach out
Is it just a phase, or you're tearing me down?
Am I too small, too lost, for your crown?
Sent a message, thumbs up, thumbs down
No word from you, just a little silent “seen”
I wanted grown-up talk, a heart-to-heart scene
But honey… you’re just cruel, why are you so mean to me?
Why you gotta be so mean, to me?
You're so fucking cruel and cold
Bridge:
Cause the bridge you’ve been burning, I’ve been building sixteen years
And yes, I’ve been learning new ways to face my fears
Yes, I’ve been digging through the dirt with my therapist
Approaching so down to earth but toxicity is what you manifest
All this, just to tell you I won’t fade into the mist
But you're so blind when I try to co exist
Just send a piece of hope, a sign that I’m not alone
They say the real ones are the home, the anchor and the flame
So here I am, still standing, calling your name
Asking you, like a friend indeed…
Like someone who's getting cold in here...
Searching , bleeding, wondering...
Why, why you gotta be so mean?
After all this time, when you look at me now,
Was I always just the joke at your party somehow?
After everything we were, every word, every scar,
Was I nothing but a trashy memory like a broken car?
Something ugly, so fucking small you could just erase,
Tell me, was I ever real, or just filling up a space?
I keep wondering, can you finally be honest like a friend with me…
Can you tell me to my face?
Why you gotta be so mean?
