"Goodbye to you and all your stupid bullsh**."
That's what I will say when the time comes.
The time has come and pa**ed for me,
To look you in the eyes and get this sh** over with.
It's either me or you,
And I can tell you this time it won't be me.
I rip myself apart every time I think,
Of how stupid and petty this little thing really was.
You called it love, but all it was was stress.
Goddammit, why do I keep raping myself of a good life for you?
All you ever did was undermine and play with my f**ing mind.
Your time is up, get the f** out.
Your time is up, go k** yourself.
The facts are in; you're raping me of freedoms,
And a good life, just move on.
Don't call me, don't page me,
Don't even think about me.
You called it love, I just called it stress.
Write me off, count me off all your lists.
Tell me you're in it for more than just s**.
The facts are in; that is all we had.
What we had was nothing, is nothing,
And will never be anything.
You're f**ing sick, get some f**ing help.
Next time when you're crying,
Don't expect me to come back.
You're a whiny b**h.
Next time when you're crying,
Don't expect for me to come running back.
Your mouth is full of lies and vindictive thoughts.
You're a piece of sh**, cut your f**ing wrists.
Finally the time has come for me to say goodbye to you,
And all your stupid bullsh**.
The time has come and pa**ed for me,
To look you in the eyes and get this sh** over with.
My suggestion is: go k** yourself.