This is Goodbye
when the beginning of April comes
I know I don't mean shit to you
You telling me to hit the streets
Streets that are unpredictable
Unpredictable just like me
You say I make irresponsible decisions
Decisions that don't include anyone but myself
Myself is sometimes the only one I feel I have
Have to do everything on my own
Own up to everything
Everything ends up on my plate
Plates that will end up empty because I'll run out of money to buy the food I need
Needing some kind of comfort
Comforting those around me is what I do best
Best for you to forget about me
You never cared anyways
Anyways this is goodbye
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