not sorry

Not sorry, it’s a part of me
Talk to me like you’re tired of me
100 bands like a centipede
Count on me like I count money
Got so high, I’m finna fly
Got so low, I need you now
Keep talking shit, you’re still following
You a fan of me
What’s the point of anything?
If you’re not on the side of me
I was trying to feel nothing
But you made me feel the thing