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While you were fucking off

I went and found something new.

Packed up all my shit,

stole back all my tapes,

left your spare key under the mat.

This is not a joke,

You'd better learn to take a hint,

Cause I'm not coming back.

Maybe you'll understand,

When you're waking up alone in a cold and empty bed.

If you're reading this I'm gone.

Happy Birthday.

P.S. Don't write cause you will not get a reply.

While you were fucking off,

I got my life in shape.

Somewhere along the line I found a hidden strength that I didn't know I had.

Standing on my own,

Cutting all the strings that you used to control.

Surprise, surprise,

I am long gone.

If you thought you could keep me down by holding me up

You were wrong.

You don't call the shots anymore.

While you were fucking off,

I learned to love myself again.

Even better now I learned to hate you.

C'est la vie, baby, we're through.

See you around,

maybe on the sixth of never.

Pencey Prep - P.S. Don't Write – текст

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