Words

How many times do I have to say
To get away, get gone
Flip your shit past another lasses humble dwelling
You got your game, made your shot, and you got away with a lot
But I'm not turned on
So put away that meat you're selling
Because I do know what's good for me
And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefiting, and yet I'm sitting
Singing again, sing again
How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
Am I gonna heal from this, he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out, I've gotta get him out

It's time the truth was out that he don't give a shit about me

How many times can it escalate
Till it elevates to a place I can't breathe?
And I must decide, if you must deride
That I'm much obliged to up and go
I'll idealize, then realize that it's no sacrifice
Because the price is paid
And there's nothing left to grieve
Fucking go
Because I've done what I could for you, and I do know what's good for me
And I'm not benefiting, instead I'm sitting
Singing again
How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
Am I gonna heal from this, he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out, I gotta get him out

It's time the truth was out that he don't give a shit about me

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The only reason I talk to myself is because I'm the only one whose answers I accept.

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