Morose
It's so easy to get consumed into everything else,
but, the things that actually matter.
Good Riddance
Goodbye trouble... Good Riddance to you... Goodbye heartache... There's No more hope here for you. I forgot where I left the bullets I promised myself from the start stop my mind from thinking thoughts And remembering memories, Memories that I wish I could segregate From my heart. Stealing more than my spirit, growing ugly under my skin, you've become a bad taste in my mouth, Roots that linger in too deep.. but your time here has grown thin. Goodbye trouble... Good Riddance to you... Goodbye heartache... There's No more hope here for you. -C.M.
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