borderline good/ borderline sad

Refer yourself to therapy

You've ruined all my favourite songs
And now I can't sing them
Without seeing your big, stupid face;
Remembering I want you dead.

You hurt me so goddamn much
When I was just a kid;
Using me when I was five
I'm not your therapist.

Screw all of your diets and your stupid goddamn guys
Don't want you to die but I kinda want you dead
But now no matter where I go
You're always in my head.

I'm not in your head and you are not in mine
This is your goddamn life, I am not your therapist
I don't wanna hide the knives
Or deal with all of your shit.

I don't wanna hide the knives,
Play your stupid diet games,
Or hold you while you cry
When you never did the same.