Until there's nothing left
So sick of bleeding, I don't want to anymore
The thought of you is no fucking fun
You want a martyr I'll be one
Because enough's enough we're done
You told me, "Think about it" well I did
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor.
You make me sick I make it worse by drinking late.