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From what I've seen you take your shit so seriously
there's no breach through which to fire a warning shot
I've got no more mornings, you got no stories to tell,
I'll have to count to ten before I wish you well
You haven't felt the need to act like you're alive
Too many morning shifts, too much 6:45
Please take note of this
You're my private room with people waiting in
when you used to say ''I'm a big proud deer''
Now that only means that you've lost the right
to bear my morning doubts, and some good advice
''All the good things end'' I think to myself
Most of good things never even start to breath
Please take note of this:
That was not a good idea after all
Too proud to love
Too stupid to pretend