There's not enough reasons,
for me to want to stay...

Sometimes I wander,
Why is it that I am here...

I hate you for hurting me,
and not giving a care...

You run off all the time
And expect me to be happy...

Blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah...

I shouldn't be blamed,
For what you did...

So much anger has built inside of me,
Since you said your goodbye...

I hate you.
Why are you even interested anyway...

Things have been rough lately
We both have been stressed out...

Opening up is hard to do
But you helped me...

I thought you were my friend,
but you stabbed me in the back...

If I was a scripper
How would I be...