We'Re Done

we're done The ting is, I am not gonna sit still and wait, any longer with hands crossed over my chest, for you to knock at my door, love me once more, then live empty as a whole, tired of waiting, treating me like a child in a promised land, those days are over, I'm moving on with life with out you in it, those days are all behind. finally I have opened my mined, and those sleepy eyes, for future to come. The ting is, I'm not gonna sit still and wait, for you to take me to a candy land, I'm moving on. I'm moving on, will lock the door, that you use to knocked on, when you find spare time, like a spare tire when you get flat. The thing is ? The thing is? we're done!