“How Can You Leave, If I’m Already Gone”
What’s the point of thinking bout me now that I’m missing
You never gave a damn about me when we were kissing.
You try to fill my glass up but it’s shattered leaving you broken and battered.
Oh, look at the mess you made. Please don’t slip and fall.
Now I’m lying here with my face to the ceiling and a bag full of feelings.
The pain in my head won’t stop, stop pounding, la, da, da, da, da, da.
I tried to let my heart beat for two, now it stop, op, op, op, op, opped.
You don’t know, know what it’s like to live two separate lives.
This might, might be the end, the end of the boy who cries.
He’s staring down at himself in a pool full of blood, he’s trapped between these walls.
“Here have a glass of wine to wash away your sins.
It never helped me but you should try.
It could help you, if you mix it with some medicines.
And hope to God you don’t die.”
Now you’re lying there with your face to the ceiling and a bag full of feelings.
The pain in your head won’t stop, stop pounding la, da, da, da, da, da.
You tried to let your heart beat for mine, now it stop, op, op, op, op opped.
You know, know what it’s like to live a painful life.
This might, might be the end, the end of the girl who cries.
She’s staring down at herself in a pool full of blood, she’s trapped between these walls.
