Woah

Woah

Yeah, (woah, yeah)

Woah

Everything was going just fine

Until you started talking, 'bout her again

I think it's better off, that we friends

Where were you at when I needed you?

Woah

Guess it's too late for the positives, (yeah, woah)

(I needed that)

Cut's on my hands, I can't hold yours

I feel stripped of my skin, and alone

Tell me, what happened to me?

I'm facing the pavement, look what you made me do

Cut's on my hands, I can't hold yours, (hold yours)

I feel stripped of my skin, and alone

Something must happen to me

Tell me why

I'm facing the pavement, look what you made me do

Oh, look what you made me do, (blame it on the rain outside)

Oh, look what you made me do, (blame it on the cracks on the floor)

Oh, look what you made me do, (blame it on me)

Oh, look what you made me do