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I have to remind myself, almost everyday 

That's it's not my fault, that you pushed me away,

That you are not worth the effort, even if I did stay, 

Because I cannot compete with addiction

And that's the saddest thing to say,

Is it the over-whealming pressure 

Or are you just fucking work shy

Do you want to hold up that white flag to the wind,

But then your pride tells you 

To not give up anything.

I don't care, I don't care, I don't care anymore. 

I am tired of secret crying, of staring at the floor, 

I have gone as far as I can down this road. 

Now I must leave you to the darkness,

That lonely place you call your home.