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I thought I'd be doneWith writing words by nowThen again never mind they've been sungMaybe that way you could hear me outBeen smoking to many cigarettesNow I've coughed up my lungsSpewed my inside across the pavementFigured it'd happen eventually this monthAll the things you've been saying seem to be spentNever mind it actually hurt a lotI'll grow up...without youI've given up...I thought you knewI can't write a chorus out,Without sounding patheticSo what the fuck is that about?I let down my walls again,But at least it seems like I meant it.A coffee...A notebookA friend...A conversationA song...And all the time it tookAlthough its worked out without contention From Letras Mania