"Goodbye to you and all your stupid bull%#@!."
That's what I will say when the time comes.
The time has come and passed for me,

To look you in the eyes and get this %#@! 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 $#&@ing mind.

Your time is up, get the $#&@ out.
Your time is up, go kill 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 sex.
The facts are in; that is all we had.


What we had was nothing, is nothing,
And will never be anything.
You're $#&@ing sick, get some $#&@ing help.

Next time when you're crying,
Don't expect me to come back.


You're a whiny (*##$.
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 %#@!, cut your $#&@ing wrists.


Finally the time has come for me to say goodbye to you,
And all your stupid bull%#@!.
The time has come and passed for me,

To look you in the eyes and get this %#@! over with.
My suggestion is: go kill yourself