look at me now,, im six feet underground and you’re still sick of me

i hope that you still think of me just as much as i think of you

i hope that you still want me just as much as i want you

i hope that you still love me just as much as i love you

because every single time you say “yes i do,, yes i do”

i just can’t shake the feeling its a big fat lie

and nothings true

i shake uncontrollably at the thought of you gone

but when push comes to shove

and the theatrics are done

“you never really loved me” says an angel from above

so call me obsessed or call me depressed or

call me an insane crazy psycho freak who needs meds

call me tonight or dont pick up the phone again

everything’s in black and white

it’s see me now im gone by daylight

bet my absence makes you scream

look at what you did to me

i have “psychological problems”

yeah i told you that already

and i don’t listen to a word you say

but we covered that already

call me hypocritical but you’re repeating the same shit

at least when i need reassurance it’s not the same old bit

whenever im upset you put on some dumb fake skit

whenever i need somebody it’s always “you’re pushing it”

why can’t somebody love me half as much as i love them