Lowlife

I'm done pretending that I want the best for you
I'm done pretending
I remember everything you put me through
Everything

It's crashing down on your head
I'm counting down your fucking days
I'm writing down every breath you take

You're the one to blame
You're nothing to me
And so they say

You made your bed
Now sleep in it
You dug your grave
Now rot in it
You made your bed
Now sleep in it
When will you get
What we had is fucking dead

When will you get it
That what we had is fucking dead?

It's just not the fucking same
You're just nothing to me
Those days are dead and gone
And I'm leaving

I'm fucking sick of all the bullshit lies
The alibis
Won't play these games
Don't call my name

Say I never tried
Don't say I never tried
You fucking low life