It kind of looks like we wont make it, my friend.
And it looks like you cant take it again, my friend.
And all the pretty roses wilted up and paled themselves away today.
The guillotine of truth has fallen, somehow Im the one you blame.
This cant be happening.
Not so fast, Im so mean.
I cant stay indifferent.
Because I know the outcome.
And Im the target for the daggers.
That the truths thrown your way, today.
And the next one maybe shell be easier.
Shell make it go away, hey.
Shes still calling you.
Im still calling him.
Can we do this.
Here we go again.
The package.
The baggage.
This cant be happening.
Not so fast, Im so mean.
I cant stay indifferent.
Because I know the outcome.
This cant be happening.
It started out not so clean.
You chose your path.
Mines wrong, you can say that.
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