I'm sick of hearing he doesn't believe me,
And the way we always fight.
I hate the way he seems as though he doesn't care,
When I try to make everything right.
He told me that he loved me,
And he would never make me cry.
Yet every word breaks my heart,
And I just realized it was all a lie.
Someday I'll forget him,
Someday I won't care.
Someday I won't call him,
And he'll finally realize why I'm not there.
He's pushing me away,
Every single day.
"You're the one that left,"
Is all I hear him say.
I'm sick to death
Of trying to make things right.
I'm sick of hurting,
and Crying when out goes the light.
I'm going to move on now,
I'm going to forget my past.
And if he changes his mind,
And comes running back.
I'm going to keep walking,
Right of out sight.
I'll say my final good-byes,
and remind him I was trying to make things right.
