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And were coming to an end

The end of every little problem

And im cutting out there faces

Drawing lines throw every connection

from all the good movies,

All in scraps like the memories

To there life driving drama

And a fuck you for the good time,

The one that never came,

And the tears should have ignite

The Conforming phonies,

The heart shattering lies

A drug we can live without

And only in the ashes

Can we bear witness to our actions?

And there wishing on a four leaf clover

But there already blind

So here’s my resignation

our final goodbye