Run its course

And through all your cruel, cold actions You've shown me your love was fake Now you smile and lie to my face as you watch my heart break With one hand you pull me closer and the other wielding the knife you stabbed into my back Having the nerve to accuse me of bleeding in you When it was you that made the attack. My feelings for you are dead now, and still you point your finger and blame, To project on to me, all of your secret shame. You thought you'd take my life away And as our love is now, over You taunt me to bring me back-- But love isn't a game of red Rover. This time I'm not coming back, Our love is dead and buried- the only binding tie you have to me now, is a legal document saying we are married. But just as this has run its course, soon will come the divorce. Then you might finally see that this is over, and I will be free.