funny how when I need people the most, they aren't here
I'm a magician, make my loved ones disappear
just like my happiness

it is now non existent
trying to cut these sad corners
like it's a car that I'm drifting

I drive stick shift but when I make a mistake, I can't reverse
I hope it'll let me brake before I'm driving in a hearse
because even when I expect nothing, what's coming is worst

I'm sorry

but no one needs a selfish friend
so get rid of the first three letters
because this is the end