What the fucking hell
Six years
Six god damn years
No wait
Seven
I’ve been dealing with your crap
standing by you
Being there
Dropping everything
Giving you the benefit
Of every doubt you don’t deserve
And here we go
It’s not just some new girl
It’s someone younger
Who the hell thought that was possible
Younger and thinner
apparently otherwise my direct copy
When the fuck
Are you going to stop running
Why the fuck can’t you grow up
I’m going to leave you some day
It’s becoming less and less of a
Possibly maybe
And a definitely happening
You need to figure your shit out
Before there’s nothing left
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