..:s e p a r a t i o n:..

Turn around and look at me—
Try and catch what you can't see
Unbury it and take it in—
Come and play where you can't win.

I'm pissed enough; you still don't know
How I could let my feelings go
I'm sick of tears, I'm sick of lies
And every threat of suicide.

We're over now, but you can't grip—
So many times I've seen you slip—
Our paths no longer intertwine,
I've left your life, now you leave mine.