Just So Over You

I'm just so over you.
I'm just so over you.
I hope that you get to see,
what you've done to me.
What good does patience do?
Rewards aren't coming through.
It doesn't seem worth the wait,
for ill gotten gains.

I could not speak for you,
but I think you feel it too.
It's instinct to hesitate,
but then we make mistakes.
And I'll see things clearer when,
madness stops happening.
Is this the end in site,
unless I change my mind?

It's nothing personal.
It's nothing personal.
It's just the time and place,
to make my escape.