Text: Papa Roach. Getting Away With Murder. Done With You.

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I count the days that we have spent apart
I've gotta a bad liver and a broken heart
Theres no salvation in the culprit of you
I finally realized your tearing me apart

Chorus:
So help me, save me, tell me that you end this here
Help me, save me, tell me that you end this here
I am done with you

You make my life completely miserable
You told me to be educosmic of this pain
But I've always loved you cause your oh so special
I'm broken and I'm alone and I can't maintain

Chorus

Done with you (done with you)
I am done with you (done with you)
I am done with you (done with you)
I am done with you (you, done with you)

I count the days that we have spent apart
I've gotta a bad liver and a broken heart

Chorus

I am done with you