I'm through

by Issiac Barnes   Sep 18, 2003


I'm through with you, I'm done, I'm sick and I need a doctor
I've said yes, then answers were no, I'm out
There is really nothing left, I'm going my own way, I'm tired
I have better things to do, I'm trying new things, I'm moving on
For you I'll try to be happy for, but that's all your going to get
I can't be around you, I'm sorry
This is more than pain, this is more then stress, I've stop caring
You've had your place and I'm taking it back, I'm for real
So please, no more why are you not talkings
No more I still love you's
No more lusting from you
I'm not in pain, I'm just tired
So please, don't go way mad, just go way
I'm through with you, I'm done, I'm sick and I need a doctor
Is there a doctor in this house!?

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