I keep asking myself why I hold on too tight.
One too many times.
Each and every day is the same fucking story.
I'm tired of excuses.
It's time to say goodbye.

Your the fakest person that I've ever fucking met. 
Yet, I don't know why I still cannot forget.
I cannot seem to burn the motherfucking pictures.
I don't know how to let go.
I can't accept the throe.

I know inside my head that everything is fucking done.
But the other half inside believes that it's only just 
begun.

Stay the fuck away from me you fucking piece of scum.

All you are is a pretty fucking face to me.
In my mind you are now fucking erased and replaced and 
your so goddamn hollow.
I bet the last guy that you fucked made you swallow.

Last night, I saw your fucking face fixed all over his. 
The next time you pull that shit.
You're fucking dead.

I'm done with you.
I'm done with all of this shit you put me through.
You'll Fucking Pay For This.

Fucking whore, I want to see your face on the floor.