Stop bringing my name to the table I no longer sit at.
Especially when all you do is talk bad about me behind my back.
The past stays in the past.
Hate me all you want. Ruin my name. Allude and throw shade as much as you like.
I won’t defend myself just to feed your bitterness and satisfy your anger.
I'm not stooping low—but tell me, are you?

Go ahead—keep whispering my name like it’s your lifeline.
You don’t realize it, but every time you mention me, you’re only proving how stuck you are.
I’ve moved on, gracefully. You? You’re still choking on stories that have long expired.

I don’t need to scream or justify anything to people who already chose their side.
You want to act like the victim and villain at the same time? Fine—play the role.
But remember, the real ones know the truth. I don’t wear masks.
You talk about "class" while parading your desperation like it’s designer.

Trying to expose my flaws just to make yourself look cleaner? To make your conscience feel whiter?
Wow, impressive. But maybe try a little harder next time.
Your audience hasn’t even clapped yet—and you’re already fading. Outdated. Forgotten.

What’s the matter? Running out of things to say?
It’s always the same broken record with you.
Keep digging into my past, keep trying to get under my skin—go on, really give it your best shot.
Because I’m done playing your game, but karma?
Karma will take care of you just fine.

You like to stick your nose in everyone’s business, huh?
Just like what you did to us.
“Curiosity kills the cat,” they said.
But do you know what really kills that cat?
It’s not me—it’s God’s vengeance.
And honey, that tea?
That tea is not mine to spill.

Toodles~ ☕💋