everytime i see you
my god, you're looking bad
it's not like i can tell you
the truth hurts, but you're so sad

so pathetic
my god, how did you sink so low?
and god, how much further can you go?
i'm not a good enough friend to let you know

i thought that i had something you could use
something to kill the pain, a phone number to abuse
how wrong was i? all you can do is cry
i hurt you more than helped, 'cause all i was doing was helping myself
how did i let you sink this low?

I saw you as a profit
and you saw me as a prophet
preaching about a cure
i told you i knew how to stop it

boredom kills
and now i know i do to
just look at what i did to you

This is very good, it's very self-pitying but good because of that.