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Again, manipulations
Your cheap manipulations—
Games on my nerves and guilt trips—let them be
Don’t force your affirmations
Just face the transformation—
We’re not us anymore, not us, you see

We’re done, we’re through, each on our own
We’re done, we’re through, time’s moved along
We’re done, we’re through, and I’ve just grown—
The feeling is gone, the regret is gone
We’re done, we’re through…

Again, manipulations
Your cheap manipulations—
Trying to chain me down with guilt and shame
Your hollow simulations
Just find some motivation
Accept the truth we’re not the same, not the same

We’re done, we’re through, each on our own
We’re done, we’re through, time’s moved along
We’re done, we’re through, and I’ve just grown—
The feeling is gone, the regret is gone
We’re done, we’re through…

We’re not us anymore, not us, no more, not us…

We’re done, we’re through, each on our own
We’re done, we’re through, time’s moved along
We’re done, we’re through, and I’ve just grown—
The feeling is gone, the regret is gone
We’re done, we’re through…
We’re done, we’re through…