Listen to Your Friends

I wake up in a waiting room
With the taste of blood and a clouded view
I notice there is a tear in my jeans
the sleeves on my shirt have been ripped from their seams
My memory is a little bit blank
the thought of my name doesn't seem to come back
And I turn and scream "What am I here for?"
The nurses yell "You were left at the door"
I'm a stranger, someone left me for dead.
And I need to decide what to do next.

Oh just then I found a note in my pocket
It read "I don't ever want to see you again"
And I guess that explains
why I can't remember the rest of the night

I should have listened to my friends
I should have listened to them
when they told me you had bad intentions