By my approximation, this is my final story.
Life is complex and unfair, an out has been considered
Considered, tried, and failed, but I’m willing to try again
My methods tested and confirmed, I’m ready
I’ll give you one last chance but if you blow it I’m out.
The worst part is you don’t even see what your doing to me
All the emotions, bottled up for so long, are escaping
I’m at my breaking point, like I always knew I would be
I’m ready to snap, this is my last straw
So I suppose the question is, are you willing to comply?
Are you willing to admit you’re wrong and look at me?
Are you able to see yourself and see what I see?
If these things are beyond your abilities, I’m not sorry to say this is goodbye.