Broken strings

Did you used to believe? 
well i was feeling the same way... 
squeezing dreams out of a sound 
they stick around, they go away 
but none of you know a thing about me... 
...just go away 
"she's [bad word] dead, oh my god, she's [bad word] dead!!!" 
my love stopped her breathing 
now i'm chucking rocks at the glass 
because my love stopped breathing life into me 
and the songs that she sings 
are as dead as nails on the shelf 
what happened to the times 
where we'd stay up all night and fight 
(life there was something worth fighting for) 
those were the days dear, forgive me for holding on 
i was thinking about the times when no one cared 
and how you hated everything i loved 
well i don't give a [bad word] about any of you 
 [bad word] and go 
but you'll never mean a thing to her... 
i loved the way she sang in my headphones