I'll still feel as bad in the morning,
With a hand to my head,
and a tune to your goodbyes.
I'll still be lacking nutrition,
without an appetite,
and some pills to get me high.
Yeah. I will be alright.
Yeah. I will be alright.
Yeah. I will be alright.
I got a sharp pain in my chest,
where someone once played her games,
back when she'd still speak my name,
and cared what I was thinking.
I won't feel as empty on wednesday,
with melodies to sing,
or haze to forget your face.
I won't feel as lonely by sundown,
with a new pretty face,
and a disbelief in love.
Yeah. I will be alright.
Yeah. I will be alright.
Yeah. I will be alright.
I made a mistake.
We were going seperate ways.
but I am alone.
yeah that sad girl up and left,
yeah she left me here,
and we don't give a shit.