I've Had Just About Enough Of You
I've had just about enough of you,
I wish you'd quit telling me you're sorry,
because you should know that your apologized
don't matter when you keep repeating your same mistakes
over and over and over.
You promised me that you'll change your ways,
that you'll make my day,
and bring us closer together.
I've had just about enough of you,
I wish you'd listen to a single word I said,
because you should know that what I say is important too.
And I hate how everything is all about
your pain, your anger, your feelings.
You promised me that you'll change your ways,
that you'll make my day,
and bring us closer together.
I've had just about enough of you,
I wish you cared about my feelings,
because you don't know how much I'm hurting inside right now,
but I guess it doesn't natter to you that I cry almost every night,
because it's always about you, you, you.
You promised me that you'll change your ways,
that you'll make my day,
and bring us closer together.
I've had just about enough of you.
I wish I had the courage to tell you this,
but I can't,
becuase I knew my punishment would be severe.
You'd take away . . . well, just about everything
and all of it would be gone, gone, gone.
You promised that you'll change your ways,
that you'll make my day,
and bring us closer together.
But you know what?
You never do.
I wish you'd quit telling me you're sorry,
because you should know that your apologized
don't matter when you keep repeating your same mistakes
over and over and over.
You promised me that you'll change your ways,
that you'll make my day,
and bring us closer together.
I've had just about enough of you,
I wish you'd listen to a single word I said,
because you should know that what I say is important too.
And I hate how everything is all about
your pain, your anger, your feelings.
You promised me that you'll change your ways,
that you'll make my day,
and bring us closer together.
I've had just about enough of you,
I wish you cared about my feelings,
because you don't know how much I'm hurting inside right now,
but I guess it doesn't natter to you that I cry almost every night,
because it's always about you, you, you.
You promised me that you'll change your ways,
that you'll make my day,
and bring us closer together.
I've had just about enough of you.
I wish I had the courage to tell you this,
but I can't,
becuase I knew my punishment would be severe.
You'd take away . . . well, just about everything
and all of it would be gone, gone, gone.
You promised that you'll change your ways,
that you'll make my day,
and bring us closer together.
But you know what?
You never do.