Why are you cryin
this is old news.
This is what we lived for
this is what was heading our way all along
never thought it would be true.
But now i'm sick over you.
last time i'll call you late,
last time i'll say your name,
last time you'll break away.
last time i'll call you late,
last time i'll say your name,
last time you'll break away.
don't get worked up,
you'll say things you don't wan to hear.
Words flooding your mouth
words of fear-coming out
and stabbing me,
sharp like spears.
Are you happy now?
Is this what you wanted all along?
Hush hush baby, dont cry.
Hush, hush baby dont cry.
This is old news,
never again will you have to worry about me.
Now . I . Die
