If only you could see me now;
See how wrong you were.;
Maybe you'd realize you weren't always right.
I told you how I felt;
You said it was a phase.
I told you what I knew;
You said it was a lie.
Everything I said, you turned it to a contradiction.
And I hated it.
Every last second of it.
So you know what?
I'm glad you're gone.
It means that I no longer have to deal with your ****.

Numb.
Numb.
Numb.
Numb.
I am a robot. I have no emotion.

Happy.
Sad.
Ecstatic.
Depressed.
I am not a robot. I have emotions.

I guess you could say this is my goodbye;
I can't continue anymore.
I'm sorry.
You would understand if you were in my position,
But you're not,
So you won't.
To this person and that person: I love you.
To you: live a full and happy life;
Forget me;
Move on.
This is the here and now.
I may be gone, but you're not.
Stay strong, don't cry over me - I'm not worth it.

I asked you to stop,
You didn't.
You continued,
Purposely hurting me each time.
I wish you'd stop.
I wish you'd stopped a long time ago.
Why don't I just leave?
I should've done.
That would've been the smart thing to do.
But I can't,
Because no matter how badly I'm hurt,
I still love you.

Have I gone mad?
Probably.
Is it normal to converse with one's self?
Probably not.
Oh... well that's just too bad.
People don't know what they're missing out on.
Exactly; trust no one.
Not even yourself...
I must bottle it up inside.
Yes. I must.
But it will tear me apart.
It will tear me apart.
But it's what must be done.
It's what must be done.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

Two dead girls go out to play,
They swing on the swings;
Slide down the slide;
Hop on the hopscotch.
Scotch.
Scotch is what killed the two girls;
They weren't drinking - no,
At just six years old?!
They didn't even know what being drunk meant!
It was just the norm for them.
Mum died during child birth;
Never even knew the pair,
Was not even aware that there would be two of them.
Dad lost it.
Driving.
Drunk driving.
Crash.
Death.
Two dead girls go out to play.
Two dead girls.