I know it I know it's gonna hurt but I think I'm gonna leave you this time I'm tired of your performance Four a.m. entrance Put lipstick on your cheek and be part of your physique Dance around the mill and then you offer it to me But an energetic clone isn't my mate I know it's gonna hurt but I think I'm gonna leave you this time I've seen the best drop in the commode Puppet to the press and puppet to the bulls You wanna another wreck what do you need You who*e for the life, to the fight, to the scream This time Is there no time Give me anytime 97 dollars a year once you kissed it Go get your own See what you see You got a kick back industry You think your sweet smells better than me Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah You're just a face in some attire Give me your friends, pocket the lance You're shameless, man Yeahyeahyeahyeah I'm gonna spring it to the trap, lover/sister Out of the flame Out of the blame We had our chance A place to tirade and to praise myself! I know it's gonna hurt but I think I'm gonna leave you I know it's gonna hurt I know it's gonna hurt but I think I'm gonna leave you This time This time This time! This time!