Do I look like a convenience store?
Only open when you walk through the door?
I'm done with this ****, can't stand it anymore.
All I need is a break, a runaway to somewhere new.
A different place, new faces, where I'm not haunted by you.
Sick of this mess, can't clean it up any longer,
I'm getting away to become someone stronger.
A different life, a new hope, making something of myself.
I can't stand the thought of being another dusty book on your shelf.
No, have to get away.
Somewhere far away.
Far away from you.
Without you I can be who I need to be.
I'm not your play thing, no, not your chew toy,
Tired of being the breadcrumb remains.
I don't want the leftovers or to be the last choice,
I want to be in first place.
I'm sick of you leaving me places,
tired of cooking you meals not to come home.
Why don't you take that attitude,
and walk it right back through that door you came from?
No, have to get away.
Somewhere far away.
Far away from you.
Without you I can finally be who I need to be.
I refuse to be a doormat.
I refuse to be a doormat.
I refuse to be a doormat.