Do I Really Have to Show You

We've never ever felt so lonely and we can't believe our luck This game for you and me is over and we'd both be better off Outside of the ridiculousness in which we persist to exist I talk to myself more than I do to you, so what's the use? Well if I knew I'd tell you, but I haven't got a clue I find myself just drifting and not knowing anything anymore Did I ever know anything, anything at all? Do I really have to show you all the ways that you hurt me? I wanna show you what we do to people like you round here I'll never ever love again This hurts too much I'd rather just do myself in or cut it off I deserve this You were worth it Yes, you were perfect and I deserted you Well I'm a mess without you and It's eating me up