I have this razor blade and you have him
I'll never be anything more then this addicted 
You want words of wisdom I don't have them anymore 
It took two years for me to become jaded two more and I'll be dead
I'm not a sad clown anymore I'm just fucking sad
I walked in traffic yesterday but no one wanted to hit me
There's no happy ending for people like me
I'm letting this broken heart kill me 
Thank you for making me feel as low as I should
Honestly I don't really like myself anymore
I wish my friends would stop telling me to get over you
I'm not programmed like that I wish I was 
I wish my promises and loyalty didn't mean everything to me
Cigarettes and scars on my thighs are adding up
They remind me of what I used to be
I'm worthless and not worth a damn
Call it what you want but I'm done with breathing