Tired of the lies that you tell
Sick of the bull that you spitDreams of seeing how you should dieSuppose to have been my friendI considered you my loverCannot wait to trade you inIt is time for my own happinessBecause being with you I might as well be deadFor I sit around lifeless with you steady acting as dictatorShame on me for believing you would be differentShame on you for only thinking of yourself