I’m fucked up, end of the noose, back of the line.
I feel sick when I think of the life I left behind.
And yeah, it’s really quite more painful than it sounds.
You barely gave a fuck before my body hit the ground.
I’m heavy with the weight of missing you, my dear,
And I would tell you how but you’re too far away to hear.
That this was the worst day,
Cause this was the first day that you’re gone.

I would like to think you’re okay without me
And your happy thoughts are rarely about me.
You’re so worth all of this torture.
You’re so worth all of this torture.