I hate. People hate. Me.
Ignorance is bliss until you lose all you have.
And you know, we're so close to that point.
It makes me sick to think now to have
Thought we had something.
I should've known from the beginning,
How impossible it was to talk when,
The only one you think about is yourself.
I should've known that this would happen.
It gets to the point where I break down,
And beg you to say something but,
You don't and I'm left here alone in this,
Madness of mine.
I don't know who to go to anymore,
But if I know one thing, I know it isn't you.
The vodka's run out and I can see now,
You were never there for me.
Your cut was deep, but take a look at these scars,
I'm used to the pain, you can't hurt me.
Not now, not anymore, not ever again.
Because this is goodbye.
