I blame you.
Its pretty late at night,
and i just got done crying.
'Cause all of my friends,
they all keep on dying.
Im mentally, physically,
and emotionally deteriorating.
From all of this mess
that you keep on creating.
You told them you loved them.
As well as me too.
And from that point on,
I swore to never speak to you.
Then thats when they left.
We're all dressed in black.
I hope that you're happy,
they're not comming back.
You told me you loved me.
and here's where my story ends.
Who would've thought
I'd end up with my friends.