Spill out my heart.... But you don't hear a word.... Cause your busy thinking bout how long til its your turn.... So you can go on and on, about yourself.
It's hard to say goodbye. And leave a part of me. These walls will hold so many memories. Underneath my smile. Holding back a scream. Packing up a box of broken dreams.
Well if you call this a life. Why must I spend it with you?. If the show must go on. Let it go on without you. So sick and tired hanging around with jerks like you.