"This is the end, my only friend the end..."
I think it's time for me to leave you now
And you can stop pretending you're my friend
And go back to when you were such a cow
That all you did was "Tut..." at us all day
And expect us to get down on our knees
As if gratitude was the price to pay
For everything we try to do to please
you. I don't know... perhaps I'm glad we're done
There's nothing I hate more than bits of rope
Around the necks of hanging men, a gun
Gives more than just the memory of hope.
You know as well as I do that we're through
It's time for me to leave and start anew.
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