Misdiagnosed

I’m misdiagnosed It’s all caving in You’re saying you’re sorry And I don’t know why 'Cause it’s nothing you did It’s suddenly too late You’ve already left ‘Cause I won’t say sorry for wanting to die But I meant what I said Me? I’m a mess Not the kind you clean or fix But the kind that you detest I’m shit out of hope I want this to end I’m changing my number and selling our home Where you left me for dead You didn’t talk to me You just fucking left I’ll never say sorry for trying to die Kinda wish that I did Kinda wish that I did Me? I’m a mess Not the kind you clean or fix But the kind that you detest The kind that you detest Me? I’m a mess Not the kind you clean or fix But the kind that you detest The kind that you detest You couldn’t lose me So you threw me away Eugh Ain’t that some shit? Make it make sense You threw me away I’m in my own way and you’ll never find me I’m in my own way again I’m in my own way and you’ll never find me I’m in my own way again