I chip away at my nice long black nails
My other hand holds tight to the cold rail
My own room turns into my own cell, jail
While I let out memories in a wail
Baby why did you have to make me leave
I know it was easy to deceive me
make me cry for 8 hours straight to grieve
It's my fault, right? because I'm too naive
Every moment I'm awake I'm waiting
I don't hate you it's myself I'm hating
The beginning of our friendship was motivating
But you've left me deteriorating
