Lyrics:
Pictures on the wall I take downBut there's no frown on my faceIt's just good to know that your breakdownHas been put in its right placeCriticized my mistakesWhile you dug your own graveSinging songs about our friendsYou never cared about themSo long, so longAnd thanks for nothingI'm gone, I'm moving onWatch my resurrectionThe knife you stuck in my backIt couldn't cut through my spineYou're a self-proclaimed fiction authorBut I learned to read between the linesCriticized my mistakesWhile you dug your own graveYou can only go so farThis is where your story endsThere's no tricks up your sleeve that we haven't seenEvery word from your moth never had meaningYour agenda exposed easily every single time