I don't wanna play no more. Sick and tired of wasting time.
I don't know the rules to your stupid game.
I don't wanna make it right.
I can only take it for so long and then I'm done.
I gotta draw the line. I'll tell you one last time.
I've gotta take it to the end, with or without you friend.
Cause there's so much more to life than the things that pass you by.
Oh yeah. I used up my last grain of salt. I know it's not your fault.
But there's no one else to blame, so the cycle starts again.
And as things begin to fade you know you're not the same.
You can be someone you're not, but it doesn't matter now.
You've done it all but now what's left. Coming down.
Being bent. Maybe I'm not tolerant, but you don't know the meaning.
I thought that this would get me where I want to go but now I don't.