Done

You dare say these words As you look me in the eye "I wish I could love you" And I start to cry "I don't want a girlfriend, If it means I will lose you" I think you're confusing And fond of a lie So hold it all back Your crocodile tears Stop grabbing my hand Stop getting so near You think you can have Just fifty per cent Got news for you, buddy It don't make you a gent I'm done with mixed signals And avoiding the truth I'm over the weakness I'm done... Done with you