starting at the beginning.

i could never truly tell you anything

were you always taking me down?

i didn't really understand

because i never wanted to understand.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" "what the hell is wrong with me."

i tried to be there, you know

i tried so hard and i failed.

i failed you.

i failed everyone.

i'm sorry, i am so fucking sorry

i stood in front of you and there was nothing left

- couldn't you piece that together?

it was always about you

you could walk into a room and your presence was so commanding

and i was left in your aftermath, bitterly smiling, quaking kind of.

you always left me behind-

what the hell was that?

now i know i could never measure up to you

believe me, i closed my eyes when i looked up to you

and you're so full of life

you're so full of everything

you glow and sparkle and you burn everyone out.

nah, you'd rather have someone else

while i waited for you and everything passed me by in slow motion laughing

isn't it wonderful how that always work out

nice guys finish last, then they just cease to exist.

i've got nothing.

this is static this never change

"yes, everything about you does make me want to die

it's not the biggest lie."

only the smallest.