Empty

I've never been so upset with you, hurt by you, or disappointed in you. I haven't been this confused and torn up in a while, and maybe everything *was* a lie . . . You tell me.


I'm going out
I'm gonna drown myself to death
And in the crowd
I see you with someone else
I brace myself
'Cause I know it's going to hurt
But I'd like to think -
"At least things can't get any worse"