husband

trust me, i'm not jealous, i'm just hoping that he really messes up, i'm not so much afraid of letting go as much as scared of giving up, and all the distance that we've spent apart will never have to mean a thing, cause every mile i travelled was to find the perfect stone to fit your ring, and i, i, oh i, i, hope your husband dies, i hope your husband dies, living in the moments hard when everything i want is in the past, and now you're with this asshole, you expect me to believe it's going to last, but when i had you near me i just couldn't think of anything to say, but now that i'm alone, i got the perfect things to tell you everyday, cause i, i, oh i, i, hope your husband dies, i hope your husband dies, so trust me, i'm not jealous, i'm just hoping that he really fucks things up, i'm not so much afraid of being alone, just kind of feel i've had enough, and time and time again, time reminds me you'll never be my own, we'll never have a house to decorate, a place that we can call our home, so i, i, oh i, i, hope your husband dies, i hope your husband dies, i, i, oh i, i, hope your husband dies