This wasn't supposed to be a love song
Matter of fact this was about hate
I fucking said it, I don't regret it
A little much or a little too late
I turned away just one too many times
I'm tired of the reasons, sick of all the lies
I looked away just one too many times
I'm tired of pretending that I'm not here
I'm not here to die
You want my best, you get the worst
You're not the last and you ain't the fucking first
You gotta live, I live to die
Still got motherfuckin' fingers in the sky
I turned away just one too many times
I'm tired of the reasons, sick of all the lies
I looked away just one too many times
I'm tired of pretending that I'm not here
Not here to die
I've been hated by better
I've been beaten by the best
It's not a gift, it's a motherfucking test
I turned away just one too many times
I'm tired of the reasons, sick of all the lies
I looked away just one too many times
I'm tired of pretending that I'm not here
Not here to die
