I'm tired of the tears,
And I'm tired of crying.
I'm tired of forgiving,
And I'm tired of trying.
You stabbed me in the back,
Yeah your a bonafide traitor.
My love for you was great.
But my hatred for you is greater.
So do what you do best,
And walk out of the door.
Cause I don't want to be,
With a player no more.
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