Testo Awful Thread

I used to think
That I could do it by myself
That I finally
Could stop this habit of just looking back
I know, I know
Just as they come, these feelings go
And this will be
Just something I will laugh about, or not
What a coin to flip
Am I enough, or only good-for-nothing?
Learnt it easily
It's always been "It's my way or the highway"
It just makes me sad To see you've never even worked on yourself
Now you wait and see
And watch me breaking off this awful thread

You had no respect or remorse
For the luck you were given
For the luck you were given

I can call your bluff
You need me to be miserable in order to feel something I am fine, by now
With you turning offensive, you just don't know what to love is
Then, alright, I'm done
With all this anger I'd set fire to this town
All this push and shove
The only option I was left with is to go

You had no respect or remorse
For the luck you were given
For the luck you were given
You had no respect or remorse
For the luck you were given
For the luck you were given
For the luck you were given
For the luck you were given