"Three days later there's no texts, 

What the hell did you expect...?

He's only in it for himself, 

For the money, 

For the wealth,

A shallow kiss to fill a void,
A broken heart a lonely boy,
You took advantage of his pain,
  You took his dignity for fame..."

"And I'm sorry and I hope you don't mind,
It's just it's getting late and I'm feeling tired
And I've got better things to do tonight
Than cultivate your vacuous desires."