I just lost my heart yeah it’s in pieces
say you wanna see me ima need a reason
you don’t call first and that’s prolly why I’m leaving
red runs on the floor yeah I’m always bleeding
bottom of the pit I don’t care at all
one day soon I know that ima fall
don’t pick up the phone I don’t wanna talk at all
it went this way and it’s all my fault 
it’s my fault yeah it’s my fault 
on my own it’s not brand new
took another path I’m not like you
and I really think I might pull through
with my thoughts in the night I’m thinking about back then
swear I’m better now I don’t know what happened
I don’t need you yeah it’s all past tense 
put this knife to my wrist and make it bend
make it bend yea

make it bend (melik)

nausea