Out

Your voice makes me feel so bad
It's time to move on, now
You don't understand that I'm desperate
I can't ignore you
Already feeling the stash
And I can't let it go
Don't call me and don't come to my house
I'm just about to scream

You just won't let me live
Running around me and making me feel sick
I won't sit here to talk
With you about our past
What is gone is gone
And there ain't no reason to be messing with it
Don't call me and don't come to my house
I'm just about to tell you:

(Out! No, I don't want you!)
You're so obnoxious knocking on my door
(Out! No, I don't need you!)
Coming to my flat seeking for love
(Out! No, I don't miss you!)
And I don't wanna know about the past
(Out! 'Cause in the end)
Someone is waiting for me