Baby I was born this way.

I got your emails, you just don't get females now, do you? What's in the heart, is not on your head, anywhere.
Mate, you're too late and your weren't worth the wait, now, were you? It's out of my hands, since you blew your last chance when you played me. 
You'll have to cry me out, you'll have to cry me out. The tears that I'll fall, mean nothing at all, it's time to get over yourself. Baby, you ain't all that, maybe, there's no way back. You can keep talking but, baby, I'm walking away.-