This boy doesn't like me at all
(Not at all)
And he doesn't hide it, he makes it clear
(I know this)
There's no specific reason
But it's an old feeling, from past seasons
He makes subtle digs
I never did anything to him

He hates my light and tries to make it dim
His hatred for me is so goddamn grim
(Grim, grim, grim)
He hates my light and tries to make it dim

Overnight, I became his bullseye
Now every arrow he shoots is aimed at me
But tryna hit the target
Ain't the same as actually hitting it
(Okay, bitch?)
Your whispers are like paper planes
They get thrown, but they don't cause any damage
I could tell you to turn the page

But boy, I never did anything to you
You're alone in your own fight
Tryna come out as the one who's right
You're wasting your time
We could be friends or just classmates
I'll keep respecting you, even if you don't reciprocate
Cause you and I are not the same
(We're not the same, we're not the same, okay?)

Your hatred for me is so goddamn grim

(Grim, grim, grim)