I know I've given up on fate,

it was never on my side,

you're a pain in my side



Awkward stares,

the billionaire compares just how much love you cannot buy,

this chance has past you by



You'll be staring down the knife,

with the best of them,

with the best of them,

with your so-called friends



Chorus: Why can't I be left with a goodbye,

or a goodtime to remember you by

(remember you by)



You don't look to pretty with your make

up smeared on the pavement and I hate it,

I hate the way it makes me feel



Imploding minds, filled with the common cliche ties,

and the lines, that you've spoken



Angelicys' not an issue for you,

cause on a scale from 1-10 you're a dead 0



You'll be staring down the knife,

with the best of them,

with the best of them,

with your so-called friends



CHORUS x2



Too bad it wasn't me (x3)



(To curse poor melanie) x 4



(To drown her in her sleep that night)



(To be standing at her deathbed side)