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