Texty: Closure. Whatever Made You.

Soaking in your own suspicion
You rattle off in all directions
I can tell the glow is wearing thin
I have made up my mind
You're way out of line
I feel the end
Whatever made you hate me
I'll never say I'm sorry
Whatever made you hate me, hate me
I can't deny you what's inside you
So caught up to notice
I'm leaving, I know that you'll be
The one who's saying sorry
There used to be so much between us
And now the love is black and bleeding
I can't think of anything that I did wrong
I have made up my mind

You're way outta line
And now I'm gone

I'm good to go
I'm so sick of you accusing me now
Now you've sunk to an all time low
'Cause I found out you're the one
Who's fucking around
Whatever dulls your conscience
Whoever lights your darkness
I hope it makes you happy