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Break-up song.
I want you to know dear, I feel like shit.
And it’s only to do with you, a little bit.
Cause our happy cosy act
Well it kept me all in tact.
But only for a while.
You kept the bile, from the roof of my mouth
Kept my head from hanging south.
But soon I felt you loosen grip
And it was only to do with me
A bit
The problem is, I give too much
And leave nothing here for me to love.
Just bottomless sadness
Just bottles of wine.
Why the fuck should I pretend
That I’m feeling fine
