What are we fighting for? Wish I didn't know your name.
Don't try to come back, it will never be the same,
So now you think you know everything.

I'm happy you're gone, now we know your lame.
I would rather spit than see your face,
Soon the world will know that you're a waste,

We don't care now so I ask you please will you stop?
Stop trying trying to be someone you're not. Long may you roam,
Boy without a home it's not your fault no one raised you to be loyal.

It's much better without you around.
I don't want to even hear a sound from you again, forever.
I hope our ties remain severed.

Long Amy you roam, boy without a home
Long may you ride on all your little lies