It's None of Your Business, Bitch



I worn out. We torn apart.
We never really ready for this. I never really ready for this.
I know I should mend this feeling but all there was perished toleration.
I didn't gallivant around, literally.
I wasn't on a trip.
I observed your each room.
But sorry never works for you.
I never really put myself amid your business.
This rainproof coat now melting, dissapear, following the stream.

You're sorry.

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