Yeah I'm tired of sighing
  tired of worrying you too
  I've made up my mind
  what I'm gonna do
  I've got my clothes in a matchbox
  gonna forget about you
  
  I've tried to tell you many times
  but I never could do it
  you believe me baby, this time I'm through
  I got my clothes in a matchbox
  I'm gonna forget about you
  
  Now when things get harder and rough on you
  you don't try to get me back, baby
  Because I'm through
  I've got my clothes in a matchbox
  I'm gonna forget about you