Woah Woah Yeah, (woah, yeah) Woah Everything was going just fine Until you started talking, 'bout her again I think it's better off, that we friends Where were you at when I needed you? Woah Guess it's too late for the positives, (yeah, woah) (I needed that) Cut's on my hands, I can't hold yours I feel stripped of my skin, and alone Tell me, what happened to me? I'm facing the pavement, look what you made me do Cut's on my hands, I can't hold yours, (hold yours) I feel stripped of my skin, and alone Something must happen to me Tell me why I'm facing the pavement, look what you made me do Oh, look what you made me do, (blame it on the rain outside) Oh, look what you made me do, (blame it on the cracks on the floor) Oh, look what you made me do, (blame it on me) Oh, look what you made me do