The last time that we talked I wish there was something I could do

And it's okay you're not okay cause I'm not okay too

I keep replaying the last conversation over and over in my head

Thinking about everything that I said and wish I had said

They don't get me like you do

They don't get me like you do

Now there's things I never got to say to you

And when you said "I love you" I said "I love you too"

I know that you'd kill for me, I think you already have

How long will your voice last in my head? Like an echo from the past?

They don't get me like you do

They don't get me like you do

I'm already living with all my depression

Now I put on a face just for first impressions

Can someone tell me how the fuck this happened?

Was it a mistake or some bad reaction?

Is there someone to blame? Not keep it contained

Cause all this news is driving me insane