Taking the time to think that I'd be better dead
I never wanted this life, it f*cks with my head
You look so gorgeous, perfect, laying in my bed
I saw you last week, last year, how long has it been
I don't really want to talk baby, I been laying here
Week after week with it
If you don't f*ck with the way that I handle this shit
Then we don't gotta speak again
Cry alone, that's too easy, cry to her when I need her
She don't care if I'm bleeding, she loved me at my weakest
Maybe if I take a couple lines, I might remind myself why I'm alive
All she ever thinks about is, how long till he dies
Taking the time to think that I'd be better dead
I never wanted this life, it f*cks with my head
You look so gorgeous, perfect, laying in my bed
I saw you last week, last year, how long has it been
