Sitting here in a puddle of my tears
Thinking of all the time I’ve spent thinking about you.
Wondering if all those years were worth it.
While you sit there and text her,
But you tell me you’ll always be there for me.
I’m sitting here needing you,
Unknowingly breaking my heart, more
And more and more,
And you ask me what’s wrong,
You try to glue me back together.
Saying you’ll kill the boy who did it to me
It’s funny, you know
Because I’m pretty sure suicide is frowned upon.