Had It
Picking up the phone
All I get is static
Ignoring my calls again
And I’ve just about had it
Tired of the fights
Always so manic
Rolling my eyes
As you get more frantic
Just let it die
Skip the semantics
I’m over you
And your flair for the dramatics
I’ll be needin that key back
Just so we are clear
Don’t comin knockin on my door
You aren’t welcome here
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