Out کے بول

Your voice makes me feel so bad It's time to move on, now You don't understand that I'm desperate I can't ignore you Already feeling the stash And I can't let it go Don't call me and don't come to my house I'm just about to scream You just won't let me live Running around me and making me feel sick I won't sit here to talk With you about our past What is gone is gone And there ain't no reason to be messing with it Don't call me and don't come to my house I'm just about to tell you: (Out! No, I don't want you!) You're so obnoxious knocking on my door (Out! No, I don't need you!) Coming to my flat seeking for love (Out! No, I don't miss you!) And I don't wanna know about the past (Out! 'Cause in the end) Someone is waiting for me