One, two, three
One, two, three

I sit in my room all alone just to say
That I hate myself more every day
When I told you I loved you, you laughed in my face
But I'm used to it, so I can't complain
I was neglectful and selfish, called around every name
Then I turned around and told you that you felt no pain
And everything I touch turns to stone, anyway
So please try to listen to all I convey
I'm soon to give the things I was too scared to say

And it's true that I let you go
It wasn't easy, I hope you know
That I spit these to guess all around as it goes
Tryna find my way back to the things I love most
But I'd rather drown myself if it meant that we closed
Never trust, that's again
Fuck