I'm at my wits end,
My mind is clashing I want to give in,
Just stop trying to be what you're not,
That empty space is one that will rot,
Tough love is no love at all,
I don't need it, alone I'm not one to fall,
Raise your voice I don't care,
But you will when my temper starts to flare,
I'll do anything to get away,
When you're trapped your instincts find anyway to escape,
So when you see me go you should soak it up,
The way you've treated me I've had enough,Â
I'm never coming home again,
Dont say its fine it's hell I'm in.
