She said, “it’s getting cold here.” I said, “I’ll be right home, dear.” One sad fact still remains, before long, I’ll be gone again. On and on and on it goes, this struggle takes a toll and it shows. We’ll be fine, beat this one, too. But, for once, I don’t know what to do. I killed a bottle of whiskey, a bottle of wine. I can’t drink you off my mind. Keep telling myself that I’ve got to, truth is, maybe, I don’t want to. Heart’s like ice, twenty below, from stupid fights that only we know. And I’m not sure I’ll come around. I’m so damn tired of letting you down. I found another letter that you wrote, today. It’s too late to say I’m sorry. Lucky for me, there’s only one thing left to say. I got exactly what I wanted. I’m all alone and broken hearted. Yeah, it’s been a pretty tough year. I’m sorry we wound up here. Conditions changed and so have I, this is the last time that I’ll make you cry. I love you now, as I did then. Every word I said, I meant, but I can’t be the one you need. You deserve much more than me.
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