IF IT MAKES YOU LESS SAD, I WILL DIE BY YOUR HAND
HOPE YOU FIND OUT WHAT YOU WANT; ALREADY KNOW WHAT I AM
AND IF IT MAKES YOU LESS SAD, WE'LL START TALKING AGAIN
YOU CAN TELL ME HOW VILE I ALREADY KNOW THAT I AM
I'LL GROW OLD, START ACTING MY AGE
IT'LL BE A BRAND NEW DAY IN A LIFE THAT YOU HATE
A CROWN OF GOLD, A HEART THAT'S HARDER THAN STONE
AND IT HURTS TOLD HOLD, BUT IT'S MISSED WHEN IT'S GONE
IF IT MAKES YOU LESS SAD, I'LL MOVE OUT OF THE STATE
YOU CAN KEEP TO YOURSELF, I'LL KEEP OUT OF YOUR WAY
AND IF IT MAKES YOU LESS SAD, I'LL TAKE YOUR PICTURES ALL DOWN
EVERY PICTURE YOU PAINT, I WILL PAINT MYSELF OUT
IT'S COLD AS A TOMB, AND IT'S DARK IN YOUR ROOM
WHEN I SNEAK TO YOUR BED TO POUR SALT IN YOUR WOUNDS
SO CALL IT QUITS, OR GET A GRIP
YOU SAY YOU WANTED A SOLUTION; YOU JUST WANTED TO BE MISSED