Why must you trouble my already aching heart, 
Why when I'm in the midst of  my happiness 
You must trample over it with your stampede of troublesome words 
Why must you control me with your
Heartbreaking speeches, 
Of how you have changed, 
Of how you can be better, 
But I've heard this many times before  
I will not fall for your pitiful attempts to pull me back into your deathly grip, 
I'm tired of these circling games, 
I'm done with your nonsense, 
So I bid you farewell