explicit.

I'm getting bored of you, isn't that a shame

I'm still pleading lord it's true, who am I to blame

No one but myself, I apologize if I effected your health

Made me hate myself, but somehow I still wish you well

After time I started seeing you different

After all the time you can say I went missing

I used to say you were different

Now that's something explicit

I'm getting bored of you, isn't that a shame

I'm pleading lord it's true, who am I to blame