Текст: Ashley Tisdale. Guilty Pleasure. Delete You.

It's not time to
Give us one more try (I don't think so)
Last night you
Said your one last lie

I can't let you wreck my plans
I'm planning to let you go
Oh, only one thing is true
Only one thing to do

Time to, delete you
Burning up, all your pictures
Tearing up, all your letters
Ripping up, all your sweaters
This is, this is for the better
Slashing up, all your tires
Smashing up, all your flowers
Grabbing back, all my power
Cause this is one more reason
I don't need you, delete you
Oh, oh, delete you, oh, oh

It's not time to
Say how much you care (I don't think so)
I don't want you
I want you not there

I'm done
I think that the time's come
To bring this thing to an end
I think this could be goodbye
Think you ran out of time

Time to, delete you
Burning up, all your pictures
Tearing up, all your letters
Ripping up, all your sweaters
This is, this is for the better
Slashing up, all your tires
Smashing up, all your flowers
Grabbing back, all my power
Cause this is one more reason
To delete you

All I want from you
Is for you to disappear
All I need from you
Is for you to not be here
I guess it's time you got the news
Gonna replace you, erase you
Delete you, delete you

Oh, oh, delete you
Whoa, oh, oh delete you

Burning up, all your pictures
Tearing up, all your letters
Ripping up, all your sweaters
This is, this is for the better
Slashing up, all your tires
Smashing up, all your flowers
Grabbing back, all my power
Cause this is one more reason
To delete you