Ouch. Video (MV)

Let me write my verbal diarrhea passage
It makes me feel so much better
I just have to ask. Do you feel any better?
Can we stop talking about how I feel?

Throw yourself off a cliff. Oh what a spectacle
Fallen to the abyss, your own receptacle
Oh, bliss! Look at you! A martyr for nothing at all

Shut your mouth. I'm winging it
I don't want to talk about it
I'm not going anywhere
I'm here to stare until you stop it

Ouch. You're just a hypocrite
You point fingers but don't explain anything
You're lost, I know you're lost
So don't sweat it. It doesn't mean anything
Ouch. You don't mean anything
You send your kisses, I tear em up anyways
I know you're a part of me but let me be
It doesn't mean anything

Okay I'm listening. Now please, fire away
Let's hear what you have to say
If you keep doing this you're gonna waste away
You wanna waste away?
Everyone else is moving on. You're still clinging to your songs
What more can I say? I stopped caring long ago

Ouch. I hate when you speak
It hurts, you know? Telling me I'm weak
I know we don't see eye
To eye sometimes but please just let me be

I could write myself another verbal passage
You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Throw myself off a cliff. Oh, what a spectacle
I haven't got a clue