Lyrics

I'll be happy with him You didn't have to waste my time I use to care so much And all you did was fucking lie You couldn't change a single thing Didn't even think you tried Fucking hate you so much You make me wanna throw up You always piss me off Like I'm a school shooter Alone in the halls 'cause I'm a fucking loser I'm glad we met, but I'm glad we're over I've been fucked up since last October You fucked me up You fucked me up You fucked me You fucked me up You fucked me up You fucked me up You fucked me You fucked me up You fucked me up You fucked me up You fucked me You fucked me up You fucked me up You fucked me up You fucked me You fucked me up I've been feeling like shit I've been stuck in my bed I can't get those memories out my fucking head Don't wanna see your face I'd rather see you dead I'd rather see you dead I'd rather be instead I'd rather be dead I ain't got no reasons It's not my fault, blame it on the season Fuck the love letters inside my backpack Did you really think I wanted you back You fucked me up You fucked me up You fucked me You fucked me up You fucked me up You fucked me up You fucked me You fucked me up You fucked me up You fucked me up You fucked me You fucked me up You fucked me up You fucked me up You fucked me You fucked me up
Writer(s): Omar Gutierrez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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