I would be nobody's number two
That's what I wrote in his letter too
How could a man just leave with no regrets
Women start looking to replacing it

Are you feeling love for it, man
I think the cure is in your hands

Doctor, he said I'd always be loved
That my arms would always be warm enough
But now he's gone and I guess I'd better move
My heart's stopped, now it beats fast for you

I am showing symptoms of sorrow, again
Tell me the [bad word]  if it serious, man...

Put me under, starve the fever
Don't feel.

I am fading with every wasted second

You're a lie.

You're a lie.