Stop Turning Up

Verse 1

Why are you here again?

Walked out, cheated, lied — now you pretend.

You’re some changed man with a broken smile —

Please. Don’t start.

You made the mess, you lit the match,

now you stand here like it’s yours to fix.

And you have the nerve to talk like we’re still a thing?

I’m angry.

I’m done.

I’m not holding your shit anymore.

Verse 2

Your face at my door just pisses me off,

your “I’m sorry” hits and I just scoff.

Think regret makes you brand-new?

No — it just drags the pain back to you.

You left me picking up every piece,

crying alone while you ran the streets.

Life hits you now and you think I care?

I don’t. I’m not your repair.

Pre-Chorus

Don’t act shocked that I’m cold —

you earned every wall I hold.

Don’t look at me like I owe you calm —

you are the storm I moved on from.

Chorus

Stop turning up.

Stop ringing me.

Stop acting like you didn’t leave.

I’m pissed off, fed up, over your games —

you only show love when you feel the flames.

Take your guilt, take your lies, take your blame —

none of that shit has my name.

I’m not your comfort after what you’ve done —

so stop turning up.

I’m fucking done.

Verse 3

You show up whining about your life,

didn’t care when you cut me like a knife.

You want comfort? Call the past —

the ones you chose when you left me last.

You don’t get to want me now you’re broke,

you don’t get to cry like it’s some big joke.

I’m tired, I’m angry, and I’m finally clear —

you bring nothing but stress when you come near.

Pre-Chorus

Don’t twist your story to seem clean,

don’t pretend you’re not what you’ve been.

I’m not your fix, I’m not your home —

you left me bleeding on my own.

Chorus

Stop turning up.

Stop ringing me.

Stop acting like you didn’t leave.

I’m pissed off, fed up, over your games —

you only show love when you feel the flames.

Take your guilt, take your lies, take your blame —

none of that shit has my name.

I’m not your comfort after what you’ve done —

so stop turning up.

I’m fucking done.

Outro

I’m angry. Yeah — and I should be.

You don’t get another piece of me.

Close that door, walk away, stay gone —

my life moves forward.

Yours can move on.