I'm Done

You got that slow drip pity, a snowed in car I hear your opinion all the time now Sitting in a old chair leaning on the bed Writing dumb comments on an Internet thread I wanna finish this and wish you much fun Hope you understand when I tell you I'm done I'm done I'm done Well, you serve it on a tray But you change it every day And you still don't seem to know That I'm not here you to please you Or beg on my knees Or be the villian on your show And I can't, and I won't, and I don't even hear you I said in my head, it's a loss to be near you I'm done speaking through a shamed face I'm done eating up your fake rage I'm done writing to-do lists And I'm done with your "better person" bullshit Done I'm done You got that slow drip pity, a snowed in car I hear your opinion all the time now Sitting in a old chair leaning on the bed Writing dumb comments on an Internet thread I wanna finish this and wish you much fun Hope you understand when I tell you I'm done I'm done I'm done I'm sick of waiting around To be heard from six feet underground And I'm sick of your disappointment Tasting like a bottle full of poison Done Done I'm done