Cancelled

This is the last time you get a pass
Making excuses for your past
Taking advantage of the present
You won't last
Those cigarettes don't make you less of a drag
Eventually I'll have to put you out

I will always find myself here
Trying to be a better person
But everything you say just sounds like garbage
And I'm sick of throwing it out



Credits
Writer(s): Pat Ranauro
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