‘and every excuse i made up, tell you the truth i hate what didn’t kill me, it never made me stronger at all. love will scar your make-up, lip sticks to me. so now i’ll maybe leave back here, im sat here, wishing i was sober. i know ill never hold you like i used to,but our house gets old when you cut the heating, without you to hold ill be freezing, cant rely on my heart to beat it, cause you take part of it every evening’