I hid inside my room like a fucking coward
The past eighteen months flashed before me in the last eight long hours
It was amazing you finally got a rise out of me
Out of me

I laughed, I cried (well I tried, but I laughed again)
Who the fuck needs a caricature to be their friend?
It's so fucking stupid
I’m just as scared and insecure as you
Maybe even times two

And I wonder what you really thought of me
An intimate friend? a loud-mouth jerk or just a novelty?
This is not an apology, just therapy
Cause as we all know (and apparently), I don't need anybody