Pack up, I've had enough, that's it, I quit
Give up, you win, I lose, you win
You choose, you stay
I'll go, you stay, I lose
I used to be a dreamer
But I realize that it's not my style at all
In fact it becomes clearer that a dreamer
Doesn't stand a chance at all
Get out of here
Get out of here
Get out
Do I make myself clear
No way, I must go, can't stay, must run
No chance, I can't give a second chance
No hope, there's no hope for you now
No romance, no more romance
No how, no how could we stay together
No need, I have no need for you now
No fear, no fear of you no more
Get out of here
Get out of here
Do I make myself clear
Pack up, give in, go home, get out
I used to be a dreamer
But I realized that it's not my style at all
In fact it becomes clearer that a dreamer
Doesn't stand a chance at all
And I've become bitter
For I believe that this is better
No matter, whatever, whenever
We can never ever stay together
Get out of here
Go
Do I make myself plain
I don't want to ever see you again