You think you can kill me
Well I've been dead before
And I don't think I've taken a breath since you walked out the door
These days seem colder
And winter's coming soon
I assume; it's so hard to tell when you never leave your room
You haven't seen me attack yet (F*ck it)
You must be one of the lucky ones
I'm paranoid you have destroyed everything I love
I'm gonna burn your house down
I'm gonna call it poetic justice
You lit up all my darkest days so I lit up all your clothes...
I know nothing's been forgotten and you're not forgiven
If I see your boyfriend around I'm gonna kill him
I don't give a f*ck now
I've seen everything
If you think I'm bad at talking it out you should listen to me sing
My band's gonna be famous
We're gonna write songs about you
But nobody will like them, nobody will like them anytime soon