Racked to pieces in pain
Maybe I deserve this
Maybe it's my turn to hurt
I've always said I'm not like the rest
But your story didn't care about that
The whole "It's not you, it's me" speech
Except, you're totally right, it's not me
I was perfect, I was happy
You were the one with the problem
But I'm the one that has to pay for it
Ripped apart and torn to shreds
"Can we be friends?
Back like we used to be, before this"
You don't know how I feel now
The first prson I trusted
And you made it hurt, slow but sharp
With this knife I cut out ap art of me
The part that cared for you
You made me feel like this
Now the blood is on your hands
So goodbye to you, goodbye sweet love
