You know what hurts me?
So ******* much?

Is that the last time we properly talked
It was about my lungs
About how Im scared of young death

I trusted you enough to tell you
I trusted you enough to let it out

But not once.
Not once did you ask me how I was doing
Not once did you check up on me

And it hurts
It hurts
So much

That I could've died and it wouldnt have effected you at all.