You caught me in a forward motion.
What a peculiar situation.
I’ m going through that door.
I can’t handle you anymore.


I don’t want to be here anymore.
With that sassy little whore.
I don’t want to be here anymore.
So I’m going through that door.

Don’t tell me about your loneliness.
What about mine.
It’s none of your business.
What’s going on inside my mind.


I’m tired of all your running around.
With every single guy in town.
I’m so fed up with it.
Now it’s my turn to split.


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