i hate this song

speak with your tongue tied, i know that you're tired, but i just want to know, where you want to go, i may be sad, but i'm not weak, this situation is bleak, and your puffy eyes never lie, your tears come from inside, until sunday, i'll be waiting for an answer, i guess that yesterday's not good enough for you, you know that i hate this song, you know that i hate this song, because it was written for you, drown your fears with me, i'm feeling real sorry, your glossy eyes don't need, the sadness they have seen, but you're way too deep to swim, back up again, but somehow i can't find, the moment you said goodbye, this is becoming a problem, i'm hurting, it's unfair, but somehow your words, the way that i heard are haunting me, you're under my skin, you're breaking in, and the tasteless fights that filled our nights, are starting to cave in, you're under my skin, you're breaking in, and if sunday's what it takes to prove, i have nothing else to lose,