Sometimes forgetting makes you better
Sometimes, it just doesn't matter
That night we've been together close
That night, it always gets me lost
I should've listen to my mom, when I was little
Sorry mummy, that only now I've remembered to whistle
It's just, that stupid bitch helped me to understand
That I always needed you instead
And yes, I hate this world and everything around it
I hate it when I need them; I hate the fact I love them.
I need to take a break, of all these thoughts; I'll be right back,
just when I'll finish with the shots.
No, I don’t blame you, I ADORE you, yes
You got highest mark of being a bitchin slut,
So maybe I thought I had friends, maybe
All I know I'm thoughtless now