This is a siren. The barrier's initiated in this heightened stat of agitation
Words: you don't mean them. Saying Sorry is too easy
Had enough of your duplicity. Got to get away from this
Chorus
No more chances. I'm leaving you behind
No more chances. I've waited all this time
Like an artist dips his brush, you doused yours and rubbed me off
Eradicated. When I'm not there you do what you want
Well I'm not gonna be your second thought anymore
Chorus
I feel this weight is pulling me down. But I'm ready for ir
When my back was turned I should have turned around. 'Cause now I see it
Forgot this, forgot that, forgot everything
With a slip of the tongue you forgot that I even existed

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