I roll over and go to reach for you, you're gone
This bed's empty without you
You said you're moving on
But I'm having some trouble getting there
But dwelling ain't getting me, uhh, anywhere
Fuckin' Valentine's Day
Fuck February, stuffed teddy bear, guts everywhere
Machete on the floor I smashed up everywhere
Yeah, how do I look?
You fuckin' just left me here do die didn't you?
Why didn't you responded yet?
I've written you five or six different times and
I'm gettin' sick and tired of always apologizing to you
I didn't do, shit to deserve what you're puttin' me through
This couldn't be true, we can't be over
So Violets are blue, roses are red
Why is it everything I do I'm reminded of you?