Why, why, why am I writing letters to someone who doesn't deserve it
The message you worked in those little three dots, it still hasn't surfaced
Why would I pour out my heart for someone who doesn't return the favor
I've said too much and still I feel there's more that I could say
There's more that I could say
There's more that I could say
There's more that I could say
Why would you bring me this far to tell me that it wasn't working
Why would you let me love you this hard to show me that it wasn't worth it
Why would you kiss me so sweet and let me believe we were perfect, baby
It's clear you don't care, but still, there's more that I could say
There's more that I could say
There's more that I could say
There's more that I could say
I have a habit of saying way more than what needs to be said
And you have a habit of keeping me guessing and making me beg
I have a habit of wondering what's going on in your head, babe
And you have a habit of giving me nothings to all of my somethings, babe
And I, I did this for you, I did
And though it hurts, I'm always on defense
Cause I can't have you going out the door
Thinking that it's you and I need more, babe
I said I did this for you, I did
I wrote out my thoughts so maybe you could hear me out
And all that I get is, all that I get is
Karma's so much better than the truth
Only you would wish a thing like that on you
Tell me who's to say the victim's not the blame
I would only wish it on my worst enemy
And it's funny, cause that's what you became
Unforgivable, the things you saw as fate
Why do I have to be the one that's left to say
I had more to say