You got that slow drip pity

In a car

I hear your opinion all the time now

Sitting in a old chair

Laying on the bed

Writing dumb comments on an Internet thread

I want to finish this and wish you much fun

Hope you understand when I tell you I'm done

I'm done

I'm done

When you see me on a

But you change it every day

And you still don't seem to know

That I'm not here you to play

On your show

And I can and I won't and I don't

Even hear you

I sing in my head it's a loss to be near you

I'm done speaking through a shamed face

I'm done eating up your fake way

I'm done writing to do lists

And I'm done with your bulls**t

I'm done

I'm done

You got that slow drip pity

In a car

I hear your opinion all the time now

Sitting in a old chair

Laying on the bed

Writing dumb comments on an Internet thread

I want to finish this and wish you much fun

Hope you understand when I tell you I'm done

I'm done

I'm done

I'm sick of waiting around and being

From underground

And I'm sick of your disappointment

Tasting like a bottle full of poison

Done

Done

I'm done