I hate it all 'Cause I hate that you can live With your head cemented in Things you shouldn't care about When I don't know what to say A 40 to the face Romanticize the pain Because I would rather take a gun and Blow my fucking brains out Before falling back in love I'd rather flay my skin And mail you every bit of it Before I'd fall for love again And I'm proficient in one thing Getting real close to a win And breaking my leg before the line Or sometimes I'll just shoot my foot 'Cause I don't deserve any good Do you feel sorry for me yet? You tend to pretend when you're young Feeling it before I could Theatrics of my head infested Funny how things manifest If romance is deader than ever before And you want a love song, then here's a corpse If you want a ballad, kill yourself This is all that you deserve You take what you get You need what you take When nothing comes your way Your soul will break Asterisks in your biography When you're both gone it won't even be Footnotes in the book of history But it still hurts more than anything I would rather take a gun and Blow my fucking brains out Before falling back in love I'd rather flay my skin And mail you every bit of it Before, I'd fall for love again Before, before, before I'd fall for love again