I ran out
Never had much patience
Feeling fresh from depressants
I think I've made my mind up
It's the last time
But I'll be back here
You're only bitter because you never listen
I ran out of there screaming
I'm trying to find some help
Dealing with my depressants
And the sense of What exactly happens next?
I'm a wreck
You're only bitter because you never listen
You and I need some time apart

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