Where should I begin? How about with the things
That drove me far away, to where I am today
Where you just afraid, that I would make a break
Or leave you here this way, well I hope it feels good

You want truth, well there it is
You want it good, that does not exist
And that's where you are in a flamingly gay bar
And I hope you're not afraid, because it's the bed that you made
And I won't help you out, no matter how you scream or shout
Weep or whine or moan, now you'll be alone

And that's where we stand, and I won't hold your hand
Or walk you through, you're grown, now you're on your own
Know this is the end, and I don't want to be friends
Or see your face again, thanks for everything!

And I'm sorry if it hurts
I'm trying not to make it worse
Not laughing anymore calling you a whore
I know you must feel bad
But I be lying if I said that i was sad
Please just go away and wherever you go just stay
Please just go away, please just go away, please just go away

Then everything changes...