Let me make this clear
I don't need another favor from you
You're causing problems
You're always causing problems for me

I don't think you quite understand
The bottle's half empty
I will die by your hand

No need to fight 'cause I'm not the one thats holding the knife

The bullets in the gun and yes I'm trying
To erase all the memories of you but I'm dying

Pull yourself together
Get you fucking life together
You don't need me like I don't need you
Your dependence it gets my back up
I'm not your problem