Oh please don't you tell me it's over.
Don't you dare asking me to give up.
You're the one who picked me up to draw me all those mirrors and blue skies and you're the one who made me believe in that shit.
This is YOUR shit.
Go fight for it now.
You can take your memories and your songs and your ugly smiles back because I am done with you.
When I was young I bought that dress for you who weren't even here to see it.
You met my friends when you were just a fucker.
I wrote all these empty fucking songs full of nothing thinking about you. I gave you my time, and I gave you everything I still had pure and true, and I did it because I trusted you.
You tell me you're weak well you know what I don't care. Just don't be.
I am leaving.
Of course I know where I am going, I've spent more time in this town alone than with you.
You say some of them are liars but that's just who you are baby.
