Open Letters - How It Is//I’ll have the milk steak, boiled over hard, and your finest jelly beans, raw | Текст песни

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• How It Is//I’ll have the milk steak, boiled over hard, and your finest jelly beans, raw

Fed up and let down, eat shit, I'm done.

Wish your mother health, if I was stronger I'd be there to help for you, care for you, but I can't.
Wish your father well, if I was stronger I'd be there to help for you, care for you two but I can't.
Fuck everything.
Sleep well, take the pain, put it on my chest again, I'll feel the same and bottle all the suffering.
When I am gone it's on you to forget my voice and carry on if you haven’t already moved on.
It was a shame reaction.
It hurts the most when you are the last to know.
Ring on her finger. I've got a heavy heart.
I want to see her but we drifted apart.
I could have made things better, I could have patched things up but what's the fucking point at all?
Whats the fucking point when I know you've had enough?
It's getting awful hard to keep up.
To try and forget you, and all the times we had, I am trying to forget them and all the love we made, I am trying to forget it, and all the tears that shed were useless, I hate it.
Fuck everything.
Here's your fake congratulations.
It will never matter what you were willing to do, it’s the choices that you made.
Now I'm living without you.

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