Idiot

If I could change you
I could make you love me
But what would I get,
besides hatred,
and faking?

In some ways
It'd be easier if you'd died
In some ways, I guess,
Some days

Give me someone to blame
And someone to hate
Hating you while loving you
Doesn't satisfy the same

If I could change you
I could make you love me
But what would I get,
besides hatred,
and faking?

Some mornings
I feel like dying
It'd been easier if
I'd found you lying

Stop your reasons
You can't save me,
It's much too late
Aren't you relieved?

If I could change you
I could make you love me
But what would I get,
besides hatred,
and faking?

Don't pretend you miss me
That you're a friend who cares
Since I left the picture
Your life is better there

Go on, live it, don't look back

Idiot...