I guess I’m probably dying but I never really lived
I used to be so happy but I have no shits to give.
You see, I’ve fresh run out of things I used to give to you
You failed to even notice that my ass supported you.

I prefer the company of someone that is Just
Someone I can share with.
Someone that I trust.
And that cannot be you, you see, you’ve made some awful choices.
I guess you failed to listen to those vital inner voices.