We'Re Done
we're done
The ting is,
I am not gonna sit still and wait,
any longer
with hands crossed over my chest,
for you to knock at my door,
love me once more,
then live empty as a whole,
tired of waiting,
treating me like a child in a promised land,
those days are over,
I'm moving on with life
with out you in it,
those days are all behind.
finally I have opened my mined,
and those sleepy eyes,
for future to come.
The ting is,
I'm not gonna sit still and wait,
for you to take me to a candy land,
I'm moving on.
I'm moving on,
will lock the door,
that you use to knocked on,
when you find spare time,
like a spare tire when you get flat.
The thing is ?
The thing is?
we're done!
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