Broken

My heart's more broken, than your arm
They say she's a bitch, but fuck it, karma
Ain't done shit, at least not yet
You're the fucking reason that I started cigarettes
Screaming fuck loud, without tourettes
See you in the hall, we just pass by
It would suck to see you with some other guy
Say I'm over you, but I'd be lying
I ain't on an airplane, but I be flying
Only fucking reason that I be rhyming
I'd do exactly what you say, who are you, Simon?
Fuck I need to get, out of here
That's why I get high, I don't need beer
See you and I freeze, stuck with fear
In school I take it, at home I shed a tear
Or several, I need some fucking medical
Assistance, they say give up but I'm too persistent
For you to be mine, top of my wish list
They tell me to fuck with some random ass bitches
But I don't need them, I just need
You