Die Alone

Album: Shady XV (2014)
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  • I roll over and go to reach for you, you're gone
    This bed's empty without you
    You said you're moving on
    But I'm having some trouble getting there
    But dwelling ain't getting me, uhh, anywhere
    Fuckin' Valentine's Day
    Fuck February, stuffed teddy bear, guts everywhere
    Machete on the floor, I smashed up every mirror
    Yeah, how do I look?
    You fuckin' just let me here to die didn't you?
    Why didn't you respond yet?
    I've written you five or six different times and
    I'm gettin' sick and tired of always apologizing to you
    I didn't do shit to deserve what you're puttin' me through
    This couldn't be true, we can't be over
    So violets are blue, roses are red
    Why is it everything I do I'm reminded of you?

    Saw two white coffins in my dreams last night
    I saw my Lord Jesus with his hands pointing toward the light
    Saw my old sweetheart she said, "honey, I'm back"
    Just so you don't die alone, just so you don't die alone

    Guess I gotta deal with the fact that, you ain't never comin' back
    Now every woman that I look at I'm lookin' for you
    So I'm findin' something the matter with them
    Excuse to not see anyone
    Useless, rather pick up the phone, not at all, followin' protocol
    I get bowled like bowling balls
    Grow balls and go to call to talk, forget what I want to say
    Damnit I'm drawin' blanks like I'm playin' hangman
    I'm sick of playin' these games, I can't handle this heartbreak
    It's makin' me wanna blow out my brains
    Like birthday cake candles
    Hang up the phone and I shake, I think I may have made a mistake
    Can't escape the madness
    Turn the radio on, I hate this sad song
    But I can't even change the station
    The same one's playin' on eight channels
    I lay awake in shambles, I'm startin to hallucinate
    I'm havin' all these visions of us at each other's wakes
    In caskets and suddenly I wake and that's when I know I

    Saw two white coffins in my dreams last night
    I saw my Lord Jesus with his hands pointing toward the light
    Saw my old sweetheart she said, "honey, I'm back"
    Just so you don't die alone, just so you don't die alone

    Give me one more, bottle for the pain
    Give me one more for the memories
    Give me one more, I'll make it taste like a steak
    It'll help alleviate
    It'll soothe this ache
    Of trying to fake
    That she's really, she's really coming back

    And it's been a while now, but I finally realize how
    Much reality sucks, but it's just something about our love
    I'm still in denial now, dealing with the finality of it
    And it's making me crazy thinking of the days we, spent
    And how I'll never hold you again
    And there ain't shit I can do about it
    Now my head is overcrowded
    With these clouded memories and I can't seem to get you out it
    And how the fuck do you sleep comfortably
    Knowing what you done did to me, huh?
    Did it even occur to you that I loved you, humbly
    Completely, madly, head over heels for you
    Was you and me, wants us to be together forever
    It was supposed to be us, but you crushed the dream
    We was supposed to die together, and it's killing me so much
    When I sleep I wake up dead, must be why I

    Saw two white coffins in my dreams last night
    I saw my Lord Jesus with his hands pointing toward the light
    Saw my old sweetheart she said, "honey, I'm back"
    Just so you don't die alone, just so you don't die alone Writer/s: Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. III Mathers
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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