Outta Here

Had enough of heartache
Had enough of wasting time
I got no more tears today
I got better things on my mind
Uh-uh-uh-uh

Now I'm not your nurse today
So if you wanna play dead, baby
Play away
And if you're sorry and wanna play nice
Well, I mentioned before, but I'll mention it twice then

I'm getting outta here
Gonna walk right through that door
You can say anything, anything
But, I'm not here anymore

Had enough of, bad news
Had enough of, your generation
Got enough things, on my plate
Without you talking about my salvation

I'm getting outta here
Gonna walk right through that door
You can say anything, anything
But I'm not here anymore
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
I feel the sun on my shoulder
But I'm not ready yet for it
I feel the wind on my shoulder
But I'm not ready yet for it

Where am I going?
I don't know
I'm not even sure that I'll know when I get there
What'll I do there?
I don't know
But if you're curious, I'll send you a letter

I'm getting outta here
Gonna walk right through that door
You can say anything, anything
But I'm not here anymore
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la



Credits
Writer(s): Phil O'donnell, Bryan Simpson, Brent Wesley Rupard
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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