Sick of you

You know, fairytales don't come true not when it comes to you. Open up for the first time and you can get that it's the last time. I'm cool with laying low, saturday night and I'm staying home, I'm feeling good for the first time it's been a while since the last time. I'll wave goodbye when you say hello. I'm sick of the sleepless, never ending nights I just don't care who is wrong or right. I'm sick of the rumors and the alibis. You turn me up, I'll cut you down the side so sick of you. Sick of all of your little lies, sick of all the girls by your side. What you don't know is how great it feels to let you go. I bet your game is so see-through you know I'm way too good for you. Moving on to the next time drop the baggage and I'll be fine. When is time to reminisce you're gonna realize you miss this. You read my mind for the last time and at the most you were a past time. I'm happy you're alone take down your pictures and now throw those memories out the door.