I've torn out the pages of you from my heart

You've gone and broken it again

I should've never let you in.

I should've known better back then.

Now I've unmasked your evil

I see it looking into your lying blue eyes

right through your snarling fake smile

straight from your blackened stoned heart
I've decided, this is it

I'm cutting the strings

purposely loosing my grip
turning my back on this shit
Next time I smile
It won't be because you made me

Next time I'm kissed

it won't be from your lips,

Next time I'm touched,

it won't be by your hands 

I'll think of you

like the gum under my shoe

like the fly in my drink

like the orgasms I've faked

So this is "el fin"

Fairwell and good ridence
Cheers to the end
It's done, over and finished.