It was about the hurt I'm waiting, waiting, I'm fading I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone……

I kill myself in small amounts
In each relationship, it’s not about love
Just another funeral
And just another girl left in tears…

And I’m waiting with the sound turned off
I’m waiting like a glass balloon
I’m fading into the void
and then I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone

I gave my soul to someone else
She must have known that it was already sold
But it was never about her
It was about the hurt

I’m waiting, waiting, I’m fading, I’m gone, I’m gone…..

I kill myself