Being with you I am lost,
I never knew about this cost,
That I would have to pay each day,
To watch you walk away and say,
Im going out, Ill be late.
Ive tried to ignore what I know youre out doing,
Maybe one day youll realize those girls are not worth screwing,
Or maybe you wont, I know how you are,
But please just stay with me, dont get in the car!
Im going out, Ill be late.
I go to bed alone again,
I just want this confusion to end,
I am packing my stuff the next morning as he arrives,
I feel as if hes ruined both of our lives.
He looks at me in confusion as I pack,
I look at my stuff and I know I wont be coming back,
Where are you going? he asks with concern,
I look him in the eyes, I hope he feels them burn.
Im going out, I wont be coming back.
