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Don't call me five o'clock morning

if you don't have anything to say.

I waited for you to come back home

only one thing in my shaken mind.

I don't want to feel, I don't want to see.

I don't want to stay, I don't want to run away.

We have to go on separate ways.

You know it's the end of the road.

Alone I walk back and forth

feeling helpless from the inside.

Shattered like a broken window glass

piece by piece falling into hell.

I don't want to feel, I don't want to see.

I don't want to stay, I don't want to run away.

We have to go on separate ways.

You know it's the end of the road.

Look into my eyes when I talk to you

see how much I fucking hate you.

Don't talk to me, don't say a word

don't touch me, I want to be alone.

I don't want to lie, I don't want to cry.

I don't want to die, I don't want to say goodbye.

We have to go on separate ways.

You know it's the end of the road.

End of the road.

End of the road.

End of the road.

End of the road.