Bitterness your holding not quite deep enough underneath your skin
somehow seeps through it's here keeps surfacing
Not again.
Ugliness I've finally grown enough to see. This doesn't go away
Infectious circle whirlwind holiday.
And we're free.
Everytime we seem to climb from the ruts and bury alibis
We still somehow sweep our lives under rugs and bedroom furniture.
Be it difficult to see, a shear light and sudden change in me.
This time i don't want to fight, let you know that i've moved forward.
You
If i advise you on your way good fortune you reject
The simple maturity to wish me on my way well too
Run out of my. Run out of my. Run out of my patience with you
Run out of my run out of my run out of my patience with you.
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