I don't feel like being home.
You can talk to the machine.
I need a minute or two to be alone.
So leave your message at the beep.
I don't want your cold line.
I don't need your passed over vice.
I don't want your meantime two cents advice.
Cross me off your things to do.
I don't want to hear from you.
Don't get my hopes up with your promises.
All this is nothing new.
Just didn't expect for you to be the one holding the knife.
I don't want anything to do with you or your policies.
I don't want anything to do with your way of things.
I don't feel right.
I feel wronged.
This isn't how it was supposed to be.
I think i'll write it all into a song.
Put it all behind me.
Cut my losses and move on.
I don't want anything to do with your company
Lyrics taken from http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/brandtson/round_13.html