I can't sing your song anymore and mean the words. Time passed, I grew up through cracks, emotions slipped - take your pick. I'm sure whatever you decide will be right. If not, well, you have a way of knowing what to say to make me believe fantasies. So i'll change the chords, I'll rewrite the words and wish it were this easy to change history. I can't, I won't, I know I'm alone, but at this point I am used to it. I never thought I'd be jaded in my 20's, please tell me you were once this desperate because I think it might help give some of heavens light to hell. I sat down to blame you, but I can't bring myself to say "cut me? well cut you too," I guess it's safe to say that the only person I ever hated was myself. But I must be almost over you, because today I could jerk off and not feel too desperate, lonely, or pathetic. I just felt satisfied and that was it. The only person that ever loved me was myself. There is comfort in knowing there will be a day where there's nothing left of me and nothing left of you.