12 pages of lyrics, the highest record But I hesitated to get my guitar I guess deep inside, I still have that struggle Should I move backwards or move on I went through sorrow, anger and confusion Heard you voice and all I did is shiver You were the best and the worse of them Something I did not expect ‘Cause you knew I did nothing wrong You’re the one who cheated and kept all the hearts And you knew I’m too good for you So, you talked down to me and hated my friends But still I am, watching the Shelbys And aching my heart, falling apart And I hate myself tanked up, a walking flesh But I smoke in my room just to smell like you Little talks with your whiskey Did you talk about me? Oh God, why is it so hard to hate you Guess you brought that little girl out of me And that you made me thought I was settled You’re one of the good ones, or so you claim But my forgiveness has given you strength Now keep that video and play your innocence My souvenir to you I had to put an end after hell and back I gotta say stop even you were mine And I wish you well, what a perfect match Patriarchist and the wife ‘Cause you envy the dreams in me So, you look down at me for your self-esteem And you knew you grew up wrong But the fact it’s not me but you who is the whore But still I am, watching the Shelbys And aching my heart, falling apart And I hate myself tanked up, a walking flesh But I smoke in my room just to smell like you Little talks with your whiskey Did you talk about me? Oh God, why is it so hard to hate you Guess you brought that little girl out of me And that you made me thought I was settled The burns on my skin You knew everything But push me right into your flames The cost of your pride You threw away the only true thing in your life Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Is it worth it? So here I am, watching the Shelbys And bracing my heart try to not fall apart ‘Cause I hate myself tanked up, a walking flesh But I still smoke in my room to smell like you Little talks with your whiskey Did you talk about me? Are you happy now that I hate you Who killed that little girl inside of me And my longing for love or a home