I heard about you the other day
Listed in the paper
I guess I should've heard you say
What you really thought

All those cunning stories
You seemed to make up
Just had me lost in stormy seas
Deep within your lies.

I know you have your regret
And you're sorry for them
You never let me forget
Until it kills me

Just leave me alone
I'm sick of your lies
And no where to roam

I'm fine the way I am
Don't need any help
Especially from your hand.