I woke up in pieces, because of you and the things you do And every song I write, they all sound the same and your to blame So I'll take a holiday, from hating you, and you won't even exist, Your off my list of people that I give a shit about and I'm all out of words to say Your part of yesterday and yesterday is gone so I moved on. So I'll pretend that your dead, nothing left to be said except a eulogy which read: You were a shitty friend and in the end I'm better off without you. I can't think of one good thing that came about from knowing you. So I'll lay flowers on your imaginary grave and never speak your name, While your memory rots and fades.
Lyrics submitted by britt_x