Three years to the day and now the love is lost
I guess no one knows she's [bad word] around
She's [bad word] around, no, she's [bad word] back
Oh lord, oh lord, she's [bad word] Oh lord, oh lord, she's [bad word] 
Three days without you, then a phone call
You count it but don't think I missed you at all
And it's your fault
No time, but just enough to ignore
I think its funny cause you're sorry and you want me back
It makes me laugh

For all the times that you cheated and lied
I'm sick of it, I'm sick of it
For all the times that you started a fight
I'm sick of it, I'm sick of it
You made me drive way back, back
Cause things are never gonna change
Guess what, fed up, your pretty face, it ain't the same
For all the times its the one thing I always knew
That I'd get sick of you

These days, you stay but just to fight me
I'm in [bad word]  just a shell of a punching bag
It's such a drag
Three years, don't say that they were wasted
It was worth it just to see the dirty look on your face
While you cursed my name

Ohhhhh
Call it a lesson learned, a lesson learned
Ohhhhh
You say you're sorry but the more you do, [bad word] For all the times you've been playing games
I'm sick of it, I'm sick of it
For all the times that you said you've changed
I'm sick of it, I'm sick of it 

For all the times you went behind my back
I'm sick of it, I'm sick of it
For all the times that I took you back
I'm sick of it, I'm sick of it [bad word]