Sitting in my room with my lean in my cup

Knife on my neck yeah I’m ready to cut

Why don’t you apologise and make things right you always argue with me in the middle of the nights

Why, why?

Why, why?

Why, why?

Why?

I know you think it’s funny

You always take things lightly

I’m tryna put this bluntly

I don’t think you like me then

You call me to tell me you’re sorry

You call me to tell me you’re sorry

You call me to tell me you’re sorry

You call me to tell me you’re sorry

I hope you see you’re hurting me

They say you cheat I don’t believe

My mind is so fed up

My heart?

It won’t let up

But I’m tired of your lies

Im tired of this pain

Suicide on my mind but I have to refrain

Even if I die what’s there to gain

Yeah what’s there to gain

I know you think it’s funny

You always take things lightly

I’m tryna put this bluntly

I don’t think you like me then

You call me to tell me you’re sorry

You call me to tell me you’re sorry

You call me to tell me you’re sorry

You call me to tell me you’re sorry