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To all my friends, I am so sorry.
I didn't mean to crash and burn the bridges that made us who we are.
Oh well, I put money on that the next time you pass me on the corner, you wouldn't recognize what I've become.
I'm heading out now, just check me off now.
I'm nothing more than a hollow shell of someone you once knew.
I'll be nothing more then nothing, 'cause nothing is what I was to you.
Every callous on my fingers is nothing but a bad joke to you.
Yeah, can this life you live be so much better off?
So sorry to cramp your style of giving up.
Mother I can barely breathe now.
Can you please cut me down?
We grow up each day now.
Can you please bring me down?
I can't tell what's left now.
Please bring me back down.
Oh, are you going?
Don't bother saying goodbyes.
I doubt I'd even mind.
As you walk away don't look back,
'Cause there's no coming back from all of this.
As you leave, don't bother saying your goodbyes.