"The End Is Just The Beginning (Of The Credits)" You know what? I'm getting sick and tired of being pushed around, And being made to stay down on the ground, All of this just isn't me, You'll never know that wasn't me, The end is near, And it's cold outside, The past is gone, It's left behind. And you know what? I'm sick and tired of being part of this, And you know what? I'm sick and tired of being someone else. The end is near, And it's cold outside, The past is gone, It's left behind. From here to L.A...yeah, And the sky is bright, Lit up by discolights, And the rainclouds, Are made by smoke machines, All of this big charade, Call of the parade, I've changed my mind, I'm leaving here to be by your side. I've been so, Left out of having all the chances, And have been made to lose all my romances, None of this is really me, You'll never know that wasn't me, The end is near, And it's cold outside, The past is gone, It's left behind. From here to L.A...yeah, And the sky is bright, Lit up by discolights, And the rainclouds, Are made by smoke machines, All of this big charade, Call of the parade, I've changed my mind, I'm leaving here to be by your side. Right now... I should be lying to you, Saying, "I hate everthing you do, And my bed is made for one not two," But I can't 'cause it's you, And whatever you do, I'll miss you. From here to L.A...yeah, And the sky is bright, Lit up by discolights, And the rainclouds, Are made by smoke machines, All of this big charade, Call of the parade, I've changed my mind, I'm leaving here to be by your side.