I'm done pretending that I want the best for you I'm done pretending I remember everything you put me through Everything It's crashing down on your head I'm counting down your f**ing days I'm writing down every breath you take You're the one to blame You're nothing to me And so they say... You made your bed Now sleep in it You dug your grave Now rot in it You made your bed Now sleep in it When will you get... What we had is f**ing dead When will you get it... That what we had is f**ing dead? It's just not the f**ing same You're just nothing to me Those days are dead and gone And I'm leaving I'm f**ing sick of all the bullsh** lies The alibis Won't play these games Don't call my name Say I never tried Don't say I never tried You f**ing low life