Half-finished and fully loaded, With nowhere to go and nothing to show for it. Damn right I left, and with good reason, But the Queen ain't dead don't accuse me of treason. Yeah, you said you were done, so be done. Be gone. Be gone. Yeah, you said you were done, so be done. Be gone. Be gone. Now you wanna talk about our feelings, While I wanna hang myself from the ceiling. But you don't wanna help you just want to hold, There's no good intentions, no heart of gold. I bit on my tongue, yet choked on your blood, While you selflessly dragged my name through the mud. Yeah, you're done. You're done. You said you were done, so be gone. Be gone. Be gone. Yeah, you're done. Yeah, you're done. You said you were done, so be gone. Be gone. Be gone. Are you having fun here? Kind of. Don't you want to finish what you started? Don't you want to show me where your heart is? Was I just too much for you to handle? Something for the gossip and scandal? So what you gonna do with all that hate? Give me your best shot, don't make me wait. Are you really that ****ing naive? Or do you just like to make-believe? Yeah, you're done. Yeah, you're done. You said you were done, so be gone.