| Yeah, I don’t wanna talk |
| Never trustin' anyone now |
| I don’t wanna fall 'cause they’re plotting on me |
| And you know it’s so frightening |
| I don’t really care if I gotta get violent |
| I’m sick of all these fake smiles and drama |
| Yeah, they try to be my friend for the comma’s |
| And I’m sick of all these headaches and problems |
| Yeah, I wish that it would change, but It’s out of my hands now |
| Yeah, I swear my past always fillin' me with dread |
| Some friends think I’m better off dead |
| But can you even call 'em friends if they’re plottin' on you? |
| So I’m callin' this the end |
| Yeah, I cut 'em off now I’m alone |
| Comin' for the throne |
| I don’t need nobody, I’ma do this on my own |
| Throwin' fakes to the side |
| No more wastin' time |
| I got a lot of problems, but I keep that in my mind |
| I can’t let you get close to me |
| Swear you’re always so cold to me |
| Yeah, I see the jealousy in your eyes |
| Yeah, I see you fallin' off I wonder why? |
| I don’t wanna talk |
| Never trustin' anyone now |
| I don’t wanna fall 'cause they’re plotting on me |
| And you know it’s so frightening |
| I don’t really care if I gotta get violent |
| I’m sick of all these fake smiles and drama |
| Yeah, they try to be my friend for the comma’s |
| And I’m sick of all these headaches and problems |
| Yeah, I wish that it would change, but It’s out of my hands now |
| So you just throw me to the side when you don’t get what you want |
| But I gave you all of my time, I gave you all that you flaunt |
| You let the money come between us, now we’re dead in the dirt |
| Sometimes I hate all the success, now It’s a blessing and a curse |
| So just go on |
| You’re not a friend to me, plotted I’m the enemy |
| Now I gotta sever things |
| And you know what’s so dumb? |
| We coulda had this all before |
| But you had to close that door now |
| I can’t let you get close to me |
| Swear you’re always so cold to me |
| Yeah, I see the jealousy in your eyes |
| Yeah, I see you fallin' off I wonder why? |
| I don’t wanna talk |
| Never trustin' anyone now |
| I don’t wanna fall 'cause they’re plotting on me |
| And you know it’s so frightening |
| I don’t really care if I gotta get violent |
| I’m sick of all these fake smiles and drama |
| Yeah, they try to be my friend for the comma’s |
| And I’m sick of all these headaches and problems |
| Yeah, I wish that it would change, but It’s out of my hands now |