Eight months since I saw youBut I'm still in your bedroomOn my skin I can feel youRotting in those blue shadesDid you ever even love me?Do I haunt you like you haunt me?You want my hands, my lips, my cheekRobbing me every time I speakThe marks that you left still crawl on meWhat's left of me?Out on the street, yeah, you were dragging my headAnd took what I had and then you left me for deadNow I'm on my knees and I'm just trying to forgetYeahWhat would it take for you to finally leave?I scrub my skin so hard that I start to bleedWonder if now it's just a part of meOh, oh, oh, ohAnd I know that I should have known betterBut it was so cold in the middle of DecemberIt's almost been a yearAnd I never thought I'd see you againAnd I'd be in this roomBut I feel you watch me while I sleepThe grease in my hair, the rot in my teethThere's blood on your hands, I'm sorry I bleedWhat's left of me?Oh, oh, oh, ohOut on the streetOut on the street, yeah, you were dragging my headAnd took what I had and then you left me for deadNow I'm on my knees and I'm just trying to forgetYeahOh, oh, oh, ohWhat would it take for you to finally leave?I scrub my skin so hard that I start to bleedWonder if now it's just a part of meOh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, oh