I'm tired of guessin',
So tired of stressin',
What could be,
And what should be.
Done playing your silly game,
I don't want to hear your name.
We're done here,
Everything's finished my dear.
It's not me, it's you
I thought what we had was true.
Thanks for giving me false hope.
Don't worry, I'll cope.
I don't need your excuse,
I don't need a fake truce.
There's no need to lie,
It's not like I'll die.
So please, just leave.
Sometimes, you're so naive.
It's not my problem though,
Pack up your things and go.
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