Does it hurt to know that you're not the one I think of anymore, when it's 3am and I'm half asleep Does it kill you to think, that when I said I was moving on I meant it
But why is it that i feel so fucking shit, that i feel so fucking good, that you're all on your own I always swore id never be that asshole guy, it's really not my type of personality, but maybe time has changed me
And isn't it ironic That 12 months ago today, you said you'd never leave me, you lied to my face And isn't it ironic, that I said I would die without you, but without you, Im fine Without you I'm alright
My bruised and bloodied knuckles, are a symbol that, you didn't get the better of me this time Every once in a while, I still think of your smile, but nothing like, how I used to
I'm promising myself that this is the last song I'll ever write about you
And isn't it ironic That 12 months ago today, you said you'd never leave me, you lied to my face And isn't it ironic, that I said I would die without you, but without you, I'm doing fine Without you I'm doing alright