All these sleepless nights, All these tears, All the thoughts of you, Have me here holding onto my knees. I'm spending my time, With a bottle to my lips, With a blade to my skin, With regret on my mine. They tell me that you're no good. They tell me that you're not good enough. They tell me that I should leave you alone. But has anyone asked me what I want to say? How I feel? About you, About this all. No. So I just wait for a time where I am good enough. Or for it all to end.