and you try so hard to get over itnbut thought of it just makes you sicknand your friends worry cause you can not eatnand you carve at night and cry yourself to sleepnand he's long gone from herennit just seems so unfairnit'll get better i swearnnif he can't bother writing you won't bother to callnand if he can't bother caring you won't bother at allncause it's something you're born with it's something you've knownnand it's something you'll live with and you'll live it alonencause you're long gone from herennit just seems so unfairnit'll get better i swearnit's got to get easiernit'll get better...better i swearnnit was an accidental suicidenthe only help you knew how to crynon a school night you broadcasted live to the whole worldnnow the pundits all politicize nand the networks want it televisednthey vie to pay the highest price for the footagenthey put your face on tv screensnand on covers to sell their magazinesntalk shows vilify your music scene for some ratingsnyou've become the latest ad campaignnthey're cashing in on all your painnthey Che you up just to make a bucknit's a disgusting display