I'll close the door, and turn off the light I hate to say it but, you were right. I'm nothing, but you're everything to me. You're everything, everything to me.
When I close my eyes, all I do is try to pick myself up off the floor, every night. And I don't think that it will get get any better, but here's to wishful thinking. I'm sick of wishful thinking.
Time again and time again, like clockwork, it will never end I will forever be plagued to hate myself, you're the one to blame
I'm nothing, you're everything to me (you're the one to blame.)