I'm so used to people leaving me
that its kind of stuck in my head
I wanted so much to be free
but I continually cry myself to sleep in bed

Now that I'm stuck in this house
let's work until we forget the memories
I'll clean like a housemaid, or somebody's spouse
Along with it, I play sad meloncony melodies

I miss the way things were as a child
where there was only me and my old friends
Good times only lasted a little while
and now I'm trying to catch my breath again

I must really suck at relationships
if everyone wants to leave so badly
I was never very good under the section of friendships
if only I wern't feeling so sorry

Over and over again I think of what could have been
and how I should've been a better friend