Dealing a Fold

There's nothing you can do to make me hold on to all that I have left You told me that I was the one for you but you've lied yet again You took every word I said and washed it down the drain There are no words to explain how it really makes me feel Why am I even wasting my time on you? Your nothing but a little condescending bitch Everything you did was behind my back You ran the town and played the game of a whore Tried to give you all that I could but now I know That my best was never good enough Im sick of dealing you all these cards When all you ever do is fold I can't believe all the things that you have done How I used to call you my baby There is no way that I could ever look at you the same Without thinking about All the agony the pain and the suffering I should've known better when you never said "I love you too" And now that your out of my hair and into someone else's I hope that you don't treat them the same Why am I even wasting my time on you? Your nothing but a little condescending bitch Everything you did was behind my back You ran the town and played the game of a whore Tried to give you all that I could but now I know That my best was never good enough Im sick of dealing you all these cards When all you ever do is fold And baby I'm tired of dealing a fold