Better When You're Gone - David Guetta, Loote, Brooks

I got pain from my waist up

And I wake up and I take drugs

And I say stuff that I 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 all week, then hurt more on the 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 comin' around to see you, comin' around to leave you

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

It hurts to let you go and 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 comin' around to see you, comin' around to leave you

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

It hurts to let you go and 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