Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind Songtext
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"Goodbye to you and all your stupid bullshit."
That's what I will say when the time comes.
The time has come and passed for me,
To look you in the eyes and get this shit over with.
It's either me or you,
And I can tell you this time it won't be me.
I rip myself apart every time I think,
Of how stupid and petty this little thing really was.
You called it love, but all it was was stress.
That's what I will say when the time comes.
The time has come and passed for me,
To look you in the eyes and get this shit over with.
It's either me or you,
And I can tell you this time it won't be me.
I rip myself apart every time I think,
Of how stupid and petty this little thing really was.
You called it love, but all it was was stress.
Goddammit, why do I keep raping myself of a good life for you?
All you ever did was undermine and play with my fucking mind.
Your time is up, get the fuck out.
Your time is up, go kill yourself.
The facts are in; you're raping me of freedoms,
And a good life, just move on.
Don't call me, don't page me,
Don't even think about me.
You called it love, I just called it stress.
Write me off, count me off all your lists.
Tell me you're in it for more than just sex.
The facts are in; that is all we had.
What we had was nothing, is nothing,
And will never be anything.
You're fucking sick, get some fucking help.
Next time when you're crying,
Don't expect me to come back.
You're a whiny bitch.
Next time when you're crying,
Don't expect for me to come running back.
Your mouth is full of lies and vindictive thoughts.
You're a piece of shit, cut your fucking wrists.
Finally the time has come for me to say goodbye to you,
And all your stupid bullshit.
The time has come and passed for me,
To look you in the eyes and get this shit over with.
My suggestion is: go kill yourself.
All you ever did was undermine and play with my fucking mind.
Your time is up, get the fuck out.
Your time is up, go kill yourself.
The facts are in; you're raping me of freedoms,
And a good life, just move on.
Don't call me, don't page me,
Don't even think about me.
You called it love, I just called it stress.
Write me off, count me off all your lists.
Tell me you're in it for more than just sex.
The facts are in; that is all we had.
What we had was nothing, is nothing,
And will never be anything.
You're fucking sick, get some fucking help.
Next time when you're crying,
Don't expect me to come back.
You're a whiny bitch.
Next time when you're crying,
Don't expect for me to come running back.
Your mouth is full of lies and vindictive thoughts.
You're a piece of shit, cut your fucking wrists.
Finally the time has come for me to say goodbye to you,
And all your stupid bullshit.
The time has come and passed for me,
To look you in the eyes and get this shit over with.
My suggestion is: go kill yourself.
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