How does it feel to be so alone Stuck in that state of mind? I'm not sorry for you at all I can't count the number of times You've managed to let me down Using all of the fingers on both of my hands Well it seems like you've taken up all of your chances I'm not sorry for you at all. I can't believe it's three am with Thoughts of you still dancing in my head You're making me question all of the times you said That you were my best... Do you remember just four years ago? When i picked you up off of the ground I taught you how to put that bottle down You've seen the strangest faces, most fucked up places Been through the lowest phases Controlled by the tasteless that you call your own This might be what you want but it's not who you are I'm going home You're making me question All of the times you said That you were my best friend.