作曲 : Ido Zmishlany/Jackson Foote/Emma Lov Block/Thijs Westbroek/David Guetta/Jeremy Dussoliet

I got pain from my waist up

And I'll wake up and I'll take drugs

And I say stuff that I'll make up, like "I hate love"

And I hate that I can't lie, couldn't hate you if I tried

It'll suck for a week then, hurt more on a weekend

When I go out and see your friends

And I don't know what to tell 'em

I can't lie, couldn't hate you if I tried

I'm coming around to see ya, coming around to leave ya

What is the point of hoping when it's already broken?

It hurts to let you go but it's worse to hold on

But I know that I'll be better when you're gone

Said I know that I'll be better when you're gone

When you're gone

Said I know that I'll be better when you're gone

You gave me just eighty

When I needed all hundred percent of you lately

It's obvious you don't even try, you don't even try

I'm coming around to see ya, coming around to leave ya

What is the point of hoping when it's already broken?

It hurts to let you go but it's worse to hold on

But I know that I'll be better when you're gone

Said I know that I'll be better when you're gone

When you're gone

Said I know that I'll be better when you're gone

Said I know that I'll be better when you're gone