I know, you know, we know that we've been growing far
apart since the last time that you said you needed
space. We both know it's not true when you say you
want to hold me once again.
But now it's my turn to give you a taste of what's
been owed to you. You have been playing all these mind
games for too long. I'm done. You best believe you're
packing up and going home.
So long. Good riddance to you,
goodbye to you. It's been fun.
I'm moving on. I said, "so long.
" You're making this recovery cease to be.
Just stop calling my phone.
This heartache's all I've known.
You make me dwell upon that day since you went away.
I haven't slept since the day you left. When are you coming home?