This wasn't meant to be a love song
Matter of fact this one's about hate
I fucking said it, I don't regret it
A little much or a little too late

I turned away just one too many times
I'm tired of the reasons, sick of all the lies
I looked away just one too many times
I'm tired of pretending, that I'm not here, not here to die

You want my best, you get the worst
You're not the last and you ain't the fucking first
You gotta live, I live to die
Still that motherfucker finger to the sky

I turned away just one too many times
I'm tired of the reasons, sick of all the lies
I looked away just one too many times
I'm tired of pretending, that I'm not here, not here to die

I've been hated by better
I've been beaten by the best
It's not a gift
It's a motherfucking test

I turned away just one too many times
I'm tired of the reasons, sick of all the lies
I looked away just one too many times
I'm tired of pretending, that I'm not here, not here to die
Not here to die