Remember when we were best friends? You said you'd always be there.
Remember when You told me you'd never leave? You were the only thing I had.

And I miss you, so **** much because I have no one, I'm all alone in this world.

If I end this all, will I go to hell?
If I end this all, will you even care?

I think anything is better than staying here with these horrible thoughts.
I think anything is better than the painful reminder that I'm not good enough.

I'm not good enough for you, for my parents, for my friends.
I'm not good enough for anyone, not even my **** self.

And I wish you were here, I wish you were here to help me through it all.
But you're not and I guess I should just accept the fact that I'm too broken, too damaged,
For anyone to actually stay.