Why Must All Good Things End?

That's what you get when you flirt with desire
A lost friend and a whore for hire
I can't take back the awful words I said
And I can't beat them out of my fucking head

There's a pit in my stomach and a weight on my chest
I'm struggling to breathe and I can't get any rest
The only happy memories I can ever find
Are the ones with you running through my mind

Fuck my memories
Fuck my mistakes
Fuck my feelings and
Fuck my regrets

I just want you to be happy