I'm fed up with you
I'm to the point where I can't stand you
Everything you do makes me want to puke
Soon I'll be finally through
Through with you
Leave me alone now
Get away from me somehow
The sound of your voice makes me ill
When you talk all I can do is stand still
With you it's like running backwards up a hill
One of these days I'll leave, yes i will
I'm sick of your ways
I'm to the point where I might leave today
Everything you say, you push me further away
This could be the day
The day I leave
You think you're helping, but you makes things worse
You think you're right, but to me you're a curse
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