Lyrics © Ed Rendum (@edrendum) 2026 All Rights Reserved ========================= I'm sitting by my window, Watching the rain pour down, Outside I see the wind blow, The leaves on the street around 'n around I'm writing you this letter, 'Cause I'm too upset to speak the words, You swore to me that you'd do better, But loving you still hurts... You claimed she was your sister, And that you two are real close, But I saw the way you kissed her, You think you got me by the nose... Now my soul's got a blister, It was me that you chose! I am done with you, mister! Now, come pick up your clothes... No, there's no denying, That cheating's your thing, And before you start trying, I won't be wearing your ring If she is your sister then you two are sick! Your tongue down her throat and her hand on your... "I can't do this anymore... All your lies... We're done!" You claimed she was your sister, And that you two are real close, But I saw the way you kissed her, You think you got me by the nose... Now my soul's got a blister, It was me that you chose! I am done with you, mister! Now, come pick up your clothes... You claimed she was your sister, And that you two are real close, But I saw the way you kissed her, You think you got me by the nose... Now my soul's got a blister, It was me that you chose! I'm so done with you, mister! Please, come pick up your clothes...
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