And I couldn't sleep from all your calligraphy

It's making me weak, every time I stop to see

I have reconciled

You're all bold faced liars

Just the common collect, with no desire (woah)

It's up to me

You either get bitter or you get better

There's no silver lining in the goddamn header

Let's play revenge like a scene from Heathers

I have reconciled, with your drive for disaster

What a time to neglect, and to move on faster

(Whoah) It's up to me

It feels impossible to keep it together when all of your friends have become fairweather

And I couldn't speak from all of your infamy

You were never discreet, never made time for empathy

I have reconciled with being tossed to the fire

Just a long term effect, but it keeps me inspired

(Woah)

It's up to me

It feels impossible to keep it together when all of your friends have become fairweather