You know fairytales don't come true
Not when it comes to you
Open up for the first time
And you can bet that it's the last time
And I'm cool with laying low
Saturday night and I'm staying at home
I'm feeling good for the first time
It's been a while since the last time
I will wave goodbye when you say hello (whoa)
I'm sick of the sleepless, never-ending nights
I just don't care who was wrong or right
I'm sick of the rumors and the alibis
You tear me up, I'll cut you down inside
I'm s-s-so sick of you, so sick of you
Sick of all of your little lies
I'm s-s-so sick of you, so sick of you
Sick of all the girls...
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