it's not that fact that you walked awaynnor how your silhouette began to fadennit's everything that you held of mennit fell when you became dead to mennin the middle of that day, a burden lost was a burden gainednni never thought the world would end on a saturdaynnat 3:15 when she looked down and told mennyou're not enough and i doubt you ever will bennyou sing sad songs and you're dying ever eveningnnit's the taste that you leave on my tonguennone more question, one more answer is all i wantnnto get out of younnand i'll be happy as long as you tell the truthnnnnso congratulations, you've just lost everythingnncauterize my eyes cause you're not worth the bleedingnndistance make syou nothing more thannna hollow shell of all i once adorednni've prayed for this moment for so long nownni never thought it'd be that daynni can't help but relive every word...nnevery word you saidnnnnit never stops, if not you, it'd be someone elsennit's such a dangerous thing when i'm left to myselfnni'm left to question the state of my mental healthnnmy own devises have turned against themselvesnnyou were a replacement for a stand-in for the nnfirst one who saved mennfrom a stand-in for a replacement of the firstnnone who stabbed me in the backnnin the back of my head i see you and you're happynnas i sit here and drown in this sarcastic apathynnwhat the fuck am i to saynnas if 3 small words could really change anythingnnbut they do and that's what this is all aboutnnyou said them and you tried to stop them in your mouthnnbut they came outn