I can't cry anymore,

They've all ran out.

It feels like I've been stabbed in the chest,

And blood keeps running down.

The sharpest knife,

To end my mellodramatic life.

It's all over now,

But had it really started?

Should I be feeling this?

Or am I just being a b****?

Should I keep weeping?

Or should I move on?

You made me cry,

I made you die.

I'm over your junkie ways.

Because I'm always the one who pays.

It's your turn to hurt,

I'm all worn out.

I need stitches to fix this heart,

Maybe your new girl will help you re-start.

Find a life,

Stop using mine.

You're seriously wasting my time.