Count Me Out

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Taking me for granted was your first mistake
And that was the beginning of my last heartache
And then you added insult to my injury
When you started treating me just as you please

   Count me out of future plans you might be making
   No more foolish chances am I taking
   You played love’s game too rough, as for me I’ve had enough
   ‘Cause the going’s got too rough so count me out

Things I thought important never bothered you
And you kept on ’till you killed all my love for you
Doing as you pleased became a part of you
And you can’t blame me now for walking out on you