It’s been one hundred days,
since I have been without you.
But it’s not so hard now,
‘cause my heart; it seems to doubt you.
You once had good intentions,
that, I say is true.
But sometimes I look back and think,
I’m better off without you.

You’ve beat me to the ground,
but still I stay around,
‘cause I’ve got a few words to say;
they’re gonna wipe your smirk away...

You thought you had me down and out,
so tell me, what was that about?
I knew you tried to hurt me bad,
but in the end, it’s you that’s sad!

Yet still, you seem to match my pace,
my mind, it seems to run a race.
I can’t keep holding on forever.

This heart is on its own endeavour.

It makes me think that up is down;
that lies are lurking all around,
I’m helpless here, my hands are bound,
and that’s just only what I found.

It’s got me so confused you see,
the hurt affects my memory,
but in them I still clearly see,
that what you did was wrong to me.

But I’ll get over this someday,
and she’ll learn you’re just out to play,
so when life falls apart, I’ll say:
Your life deserves to be this way.