I won't forget you, I'm not gonna let you win,
but I'm tired of lying, tired of fighting you, and it's not gonna change

I've hung up my guns; I won't kill again.

I will promise myself I won't care, distracting myself from your stare
and I've seen this mistake once before, with your games I will never fall for.

Know you're already dead; You'll love me, too.

Don't waste your time on me..

Would someone please call a surgeon
who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart?

They say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven,
but they don't tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell.

Back in school they never taught us
what we needed to know,
like how to deal with despair
or someone breakin' your heart.

I don't blame you for being you,
but you can't blame me for hating it.

The best part of believe
is the lie