where we started

When will you learn just to back off, I've been trying to deal with my own problems

Nothing hurts worse than a sad song, about how it feels to be lost

I feel like fucking garbage, the worst part is I was your target

I can't go back to where we started Most of my nights I feel like

I spend my nights I feeling like I'm always being haunted

Don't bother calling my phone, I'm use to being alone

It makes me feel like I'm home, I'm at my best on my own

Don't bother calling my line, just go and leave me behind

This isn't working out, this isn't personal (sitting in the backseat so I'm not a problem)

You shoot me down so I don't feel like I'm an individual (you don't have to make room for me cause I'm not your problem)