Bad

It is serious?
Or just on weekends?
It is serious
Or was it just the end?

We get used to being happy easily
You left and left a scar
Half-finished series, your Netflix
It says
Is anyone still there?

Could it be that I am
That bad?
Could it be that I am
That bad?

I'm not going to chase after him
To convince you
I'm not going to talk about who I am
I'm not going to chase after him
I could manipulate you, but I won't
Because I know who I am

We don't notice
How many photos does she take?
Until you have to take them out one by one
From our memory
Our story
It doesn't end when she finishes
Leftovers from the routine remain
Scattered around the house
(Damn)

It was for you
What I learned
To forget

I'm not going to chase after him
To convince you
I'm not going to talk about who I am

I'm not going to chase after him
To manipulate you
I could
But I won't

I know who I am
Could it be that I am
That bad?
Could it be that I am
That bad?
Like this

I'm not going to chase after him
To convince you
I'm not going to talk about who I am

I'm not going to chase after him
To manipulate you
I could
But I won't

I know who I am