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I cant be just a shoulder to cry on while your adding notches to that bedpost.
I'm taking the first train back home with a box full of fuck you's and yes I know you told me so's.
Yeah I guess I feel that Christmas spirit beating me in the face with a brick,
how much did I have to drink last night?

Stop trying to show me your friends they all think I'm gay and by all rights I'm getting sick of it...
I'm the farthest thing from happy everything's a reminder of a bad treatment you started.
take that five step program and burn it,
every time I advance the ghosts get bigger and the walls start closing in.
I never said I was that fond of wonderland...
So keep those pipe dreams I got enough problems here,
the first mistake was probably mine but I cant take responsibility for everything.

two black eyes and a small check just reminders of how low I stand.
That copy of Lolita resting on top of the bible has me kinda smirking in my own sick way.
my heads growing light and heavy at the same time,
what was ego is drifting only so self doubt can fill some holes.