Lowlife - Gift Giver

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