End of My Story

Maybe one day you'll realize that love is just a game.
Maybe one moment you'll stop to think before you say you feel the same.
Maybe one second of your life will be changed and you need a hand.
Maybe one point in time you'll know that you could have been my man.

Sometimes I stop to think about the times we had together.
I stop to remember all the words you said about us being forever.
Was it love you truly felt or did you need an excuse?
I'm just getting so sick and tierd of all of this abuse.

There used to be a time where I believed everything you said.
There also was a time you made me feel like I was dead.
Don't give me no more excuses, don't try to pull it off.
When I said that I was tierd of it, that's me saying I had enough.

Who do you turn to when you can't stop crying?
When do you give up when you just feel like dying?
Tell me how does it feel to have the tables turned?
I wish I never found out the things I have learned.

So here's the end of the story, don't try to change my mind.
Maybe one day we'll get back together, but right now you need time.
Sit back and think it over, go talk to all your friends.
They already know everything you put me through, and now this is the end.