I've been so naive, I've played the fool
Turning my back, playing it cool
Trying not to notice his little lost whores
Who beg, cry, and scream out for more
But I'm sick of it, It's over, I don't care how
Cos I'm ending it here, and I'm ending it now
I'm tired, I'm sick, I'm broken and worn
My poor broken heart is bleeding, is torn
But it's over now