Wait by the phone
Late all alone
He can’t help you, but I know I could
3 years to long
you know this is wrong
\"everything\" scars the skin
Push it in, break it off
I’m gonna leave you
I gave it a start
I stomped on your heart
This is the end
No more pictures
We ain’t friends
It’s raining in my room
There’s blood in my spoon
You’re out of my high chair
I’m out of your womb
I’m gonna leave you