| As the months move on, we hardly speak
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| Your hair turns to grey and that heart’s growing tired and weak
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| I shovelled the dirt and made a grave for you to sleep in
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| Because you’re dead to me
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| So take your last breath
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| From the second I awoke to the earth, I was destined to grow without you and
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| suffer
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| Selfish, reckless and a fiend; |
| you chose that bastard over your family
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| How can we hope to pick up all the pieces when you’re destroying the ground we
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| stand on?
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| Those drugs that you crave, burned holes in your brain and paved the path for
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| the life you hate
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| God damn you for leaving when we needed you
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| Hell-bent on saving only yourself but that crippling defeat and the cancer you
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| breathe; |
| it finally caught up to you
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| Now, it’s plain to see, I don’t need you in the same old way
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| I don’t need you to be here at all
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| A thousand miles away from home but you wouldn’t even fucking know
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| Mother, tell me where you’ve been?
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| I refuse to hear any more of this deafening silence
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| Consider this bridge burned and I’ll consider you gone forever
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| You don’t have the backbone to face the ones you left for your dead
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| You don’t have the backbone
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| This is the last time we’ll speak so listen closely
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| How can we hope to pick up all the pieces when you’re destroying the ground we
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| stand on?
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| Those drugs that you crave, burned holes in your brain and paved the path for
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| the life you hate
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| God damn you for leaving when we needed you
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| Hell-bent on saving only yourself but that crippling defeat and the cancer you
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| breathe; |
| it finally caught up to you
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| Now, it’s plain to see, I don’t need you in the same old way
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| I don’t need you to be here at all
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| I don’t need you to be here at all
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| I tried to save you but you slipped away
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| I was once your son, now you have no part in what I’ve become
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| Stranger, you threw it all away for that lesser man
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| Now you must sleep in the bed you’ve made
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| No forgiveness for the things you say
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| Or the choices that took you away
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| No fighting for a second chance, the earth will turn and you’ll be dead |