Pack Your Bags

Pack your bags you don't need me anymore
I'm not the man that you once knew
I'm not the kind that you want to bet on
But I'll love you always it's true

Yes it's true.

Please don't cry we've done nothing to deserve
Drowning in our circumstantial sin
I'm not the kind that you want to lean on
I just cannot be the person you want
Or that you can love.