Sick and tired of hearing how you feel inside.
Your bullshit past and current hurt of all the lies.
A lended ear, concerned eyes, a consolation smile.
These are what I give to you, I couldn't care any less.
You mean nothing.
Dead to me.
Done, no more chances.
I'm gone, suffer all alone.
Done, no more games,
I'm gone, suffer on your own.
Your truth means nothing.
Nothing more, to me.
Now you see, what you've done.
Your lies can't be fed to anyone else.