I Think, It's Time To Go

Would you take these lies, will you
take this life, would you take your
broken existence that you have for
me and fly, cause I don't want to feel its strain or its
death in my mind
Would you take this pain, cause I
don't like this plain, take everything
that is yours and say goodbye,
Would you pack your shit from your ten
drawers, empty out the closet and under
the bed and hit the fucking door
Take it to your lovers house, cause we're
done now, I'm sure he has the room, you
should know, cause you've been there, slept
in his bed, I don't want to but if the
shoe fits, I could easily imply, "You's
a hoe,"
Just go



Just go
Don't look back, there's nothing you lack
Just go
There's nothing here for you my dear, the
colors have all, bled into black
What we knew is gone, there's no love anymore,
only a wide-open and gaping, vortex, black-hole
We should have known long time ago, that this
was done, but we stayed for, "Love," what a
joke
That sentiment left us lonely, resentful and
emotionally broke
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Sometimes you just need to let it out,
a therapuetic shout, like, "David Draiman,"
said, "Shout, Shout, Let it all out, these are the
things that we can do without,"
You I can do without