I’m worried about the girls after me that you will mistreat

I’m concerned about who you might take advantage of next

And I’m afraid you will never go through the healing you’re supposed to

The growth that you should experience 

The literal soul-searching I have done

You’ll take all of your shit and dump it into another relationship

Expecting yet another unsuspecting person to fix you

Which in turn will only damage them further

Because they'll tear apart their worn clothes

To patch the holes in yours while you stand there

Profiting off of their gold

Pocketing it for later use

Cutting your teeth, cutting open shirts they just repaired

I’m not sure who I am wishing receives a wake-up call first

You, or your latest victim