Kinda ironic this song screams your name
And it's sounds exactly the same
As my voice singing
Please come back to me
Promises mean nothing anymore
I guess I cared more
About you
Between the two
I rather drown
Than stick around
You let me down
How does it feel to be the clown?
Buck up buttercup
We both know this isn't fucked up
I could of bought you a ring
And it wouldn't change a god damn thing
So shove your ego up your ass
I fucking knew it would never last
I'm tying up my last loose end
I rather be dead than be your friend