The Final Song

Tired of looking at your photographsSmiling at your latest crazeYou can change the things you say and doBut nothing can change the factThat you are sadly derangedAnd i want nothing to do with youNo more hot tears and prideNo more bloodshed this timeI'm moving on to a better placeNightmares don't arrive when i see your faceCannot hold on to a bittter pastCandles like us were never meant to lastMaybe you were right and i was wrongBut nonetheless this is my final song... about youTired of thinking about memoriesLaughing at your plastic headEven after all that we've been throughNothing can change the factThat i walked the pathAnd i was happy to see it through