II bet you get a kick out of makin' me sick.
Puts a smile on your face to make me feel like shit.
Probably keeps you amused to deal this abuse.
I said I'd die without you.
You had to see if it was true.
You broke it off and had a three-some, ate my best friend out.
I swalloed something else - 65 pills.
Woke up in a hospital bed.
You were there and you held me as I started to cry.
Then you go and tell everyone that you wished I had died.
What the fuck did I do, to deserve this shit?
Did I treat you so bad to make you be such a dick?A
nd the real fucked up part is, I still cry for you.
And I hope it makes you happy to find I finally died for you.
My heart and soul are dead.
Goodbye.