I heard you noticed everyday while I've been here beside myself, how your bedroom smells just like me and how you found somebody else. But there's a letter that I wrote you just on the back of your top self. In case you think the things I've told you, you will hear from someone else.
It talks about the things I feel when it's just us inside the dark. About the things I like to think while you lay so close to my heart. And I cant seem to find the words I mean, so I try to hold my tongue. While layin' wide awake and restless. You should read it, it says:
Go to hell. If you're reading this and I'm not here, take your someone else and let me make this crystal clear. That I don't need your help and I'm OK by myself.
You can go to hell.
And they say you tell them everyday how you can feel the way I feel. How we're connected by the heart, and you're convinced it's something real. Well if that's true I hope you're smiling like I am from ear to ear. Just in case you think I'm lying, I've left a page to make it clear. And now I open up and scream to the whole world I finally left. So if you hear me out of breath, I'm singing:
Go to hell. If you're reading this and I'm not here, take your someone else and let me make this crystal clear. That I don't need your help and I'm OK by myself.
You can go to hell.
I feel it's time I said that there are things that I regret. Like never checking out the odds against this bet. 'Cause I would bet my favorite things I ever owned, that you would leave and I'd be missing you like hell. But I won't.
Go to hell. If you're reading this and I'm not here, take your someone else and let me make this crystal clear. That I don't need your help and I'm OK by myself.
You can go to hell.
Yeah, you can go to hell.
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