I’m  nothing but a ******* taking up valuable space and oxygen
You wake up in the morning, him lying next to you
You smile and think,  I could get used to this
While I’m over here, waking up cold and alone
Thinking, I hope I never get used to this
I hope I get over this

I spend nights alone, holed up in this hell hole
Reading Plath and Bukowski
Trying to find inspiration
To write and to live
I have my sad songs on repeat
I have no more heart to give

I think its finally time
To give up and say goodbye
So this is it, one last plea
From me to you,
Sincerely, goodbye