Testo di Every Time I Throw Coins In The Fountain I Secretly Wish You Were Dead

I woke up in pieces, Because of you and the things you do And every song i write, They all sound the same and your to blame So i'll take a holiday, from hating you, And you won't even exist, Your off my list of people that i give a shit about and i'm all out of words to say Your part of yesterday and yesterday is gone so i moved on. so i'll pretend that your dead, nothing left to be said except a eulogy which read: You were a shitty friend and in the end i'm better off without you. I can't think of one good thing that came about from knowing you. So i'll lay flowers on your imaginary grave and never speak your name, while your memory rots and fades.