I march
I stand alone
It's my turn to hang up the phone
I'm sick of this sh*t
You put my through
I hate everything you stand for, everything you do
You have no morals
You're just a lie
It's my turn to finally say goodbye
You're nothing more then ten feet below where I stand
You're nothing more then crystal turned to sand
This high school drama
Is showing its face
Our past we can't erase
Don't bother to call
I won't pick up the phone
I don't want to be near you, I rather be alone
I'm done crying
You're as bad as second hand smoke
Next time you crack a remark, I hope you choke
You ran my emotion over time
But they arent yours, they are mine
I don't need your sarcasm
I don't need your lies
I donâ??t need you to waste my time
I won't be there to pick up where you left off
Next time you vacation, I hope you get lost
Don't bother to explain
Don't pretend you care
I'm sick of you always being there
Get out of my head
Get out of m mind
The past between us is so far behind
We done, through, over
Don't bother to regret it
Go pretend its okay and forget it.
