Forgiveness is where it begins
You have none
And I am wearing thin
Something`s got to give
My intentions were never to harm
You thought you found the one
But I was just a false alarm
I`m never half of what you are
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I`m not complaining
I`m just sick of blaming myself
Try - No one seems to give a shit
Why we made it to the 50 yard line
Nothing`s ever good enough
Everything`s wrong
I feel like I`m wasting my time
You always run to see if I chase
I stand back and let it blow up in my face
I really think I hate these games
I`m only kidding, among other things
I hate this you treat me like a mental case
Find someone else to take my place
Chorus
I`m leaving this week alright
I made up my mind this time
So I`m leaving this week oh yeah
I made up my mind this time
Chorus
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