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Let's begin with the end and how it got like this; scrolling through my Facebook messages, I found you'd gotten cold and distant, trying to figure out where I made a mistake. Nothing that I can say to change the way you feel today, all I know for sure is that I'm not okay, I'm not o-fucking-kay.

I'm back to being alone, back in my comfort zone, I've deleted your pictures, burned your books and sold my phone. I don't want to cut ties, you know I hate goodbyes, but you'd understand if you saw all of this through my eyes.

Now he's back again, the same fucking dick he was back then, I hope he chokes.

I hope you choke, you cunt, get fucked.

I hope his train crashes, leaves no survivors, and you end up knowing what I know.

You'll end up alone, out of your comfort zone, burning all your bridges, cutting ties and staying home. I don't mean to start a fight, I mean I hope he treats you right. In all honesty I hope that everything isn't alright.

I'm back to being alone, back in my comfort zone, I've deleted your pictures, burned your books and sold my phone. I don't want to cut ties, you know I hate goodbyes, but you'd understand if you saw all of this through my eyes.

I'm back to being alone, back in my comfort zone, I've deleted your pictures, burned your books and sold my phone. I've got nothing left to say, so I'll hide this song away, and every time you're online, just pretend that I'm okay.

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from Stressed And Depressed, released July 1, 2017

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