You never fucking cared, so don't act like you were ever there
I'm so sick of hearing your fucking voice, desperate words and petty fights,
You're breaking hearts on borrowed time, just to sew the perfect life
I've sat by and watched you change too many fucking times
As I glance back, through our numbered days it used to mean so much, it's just another memory,
As I glance back, through our numbered days it used to mean so much, it's just another past mistake
I want to forget.
Every time I asked for help, you tried to find another way out
Through the black and blues of our numbered days, I barely spoke your fucking name.