Broken and battered, open and shattered Since you've been gone, I feel like nothing matters
Pull out my camera, I'm looking at ya
I should've known I was lucky to have ya
Too inconsistent, too much is missing
You told me that you were sick of the distance
You started bit. ching, I wouldn't listen
Now that you're gone, I just keep reminiscing
I'm rolling with models, I swear they're the baddest
We start with hello then end up on my mattress
But they only want me because of my status
My money and fame is the thing that attracts them
I know it, I know it, don't think I don't notice
But my only motive is my heart is broken
I don't thinking I'm coping with all these emotions
Just look how I wrote this at four in the morning
Is it really the end?

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