Don't cry to me if you loved me, you would be here with me. You want me, come find me, make up your mind. You should let you fall and lose it all so maybe you can remember yourself, can't keep believing, we're only deceiving ourselves. And I'm sick of the lie, and you're too late. couldn't take the blame, sick with shame. Must be exhausting to lose your own game. Selfishly hated no wonder you're jaded. You can't play the victim this time. You never call me when you're sober, you only want it cause it's over, It's over. How could I have burned paradise? How could if you never be mine. So don't cry to me if you loved me, you would be here with me. Don't lie to me, just get your things. I've made up your mind.