And I must think of my future
My limits have been tested
I will not respond to pressure
For change, you complain and say I'm mad
You've been found wanting when I measure
All the experiences we've had
All you think of is you. Your pain and your pleasure!
So, here I firmly stand
No longer in your way
It's up to you where you land
Sober or not, I say!
"Goodye!"
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