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I usually never bother with excuses
But this time I'm really sorry, this time
Ain't nothing like the feeling that the curtain is this close to closing on me
It's my last show
You deserve what I gave you, you don't need to applaud me
I want it but I'm only being honest
I love you, I mean, you're all I ever ever ever wanted
But I can't accept your money
I want it
I mean, you're all I ever ever ever wanted
I hope that doesn't reflect on my judgement
'Cause I promise I've been
Gone since I walked away from logic
Now I've just been
Nodding, awake
If you wondered where I wandered, away
Now I'm even farther
Making the most of the encore
I usually never bother with excuses
But this time I'm really sorry, this time
Ain't nothing like the feeling that the curtain is this close to closing on me
It's my last show
You deserve what I gave you, you don't need to applaud me
I want it but I'm only being honest
I love you, I mean, you're all I ever ever ever wanted
But I can't accept your money
Honest
If I really love you then I shouldn't profit
So I only value women that have costed
But they're not the causes
I'm the author
And I learned you gotta die
If you're an artist
I pull the trigger claiming I'm a target
The villain and the hero
I'm the conflict
"No one ever cared about my conscience
Until I put on that mask and started talking"
On-screen
I had to have known I reeled you in soon as you
Saw me
Made myself the star all in hopes that you would
Spot me
Turns out you applauded
The part of me that
Plotted, the part that almost
Offed me
Never told me sorry
I had to have known, inclined to disagree
But either way it's wrong, I killed that side of me
But if this ends the road, I'll find another street
I'll find out where it's going, get there eventually
Doesn't matter what I wanted
What matters is I got it
Doesn't matter what I promised
That isn't important
Matters of the moment never carry over
Used to not feel sober
Now my thoughts are more melodic
I usually never bother with excuses
But this time I'm really sorry, this time
Ain't nothing like the feeling that the curtain is this close to closing on me
It's my last show
You deserve what I gave you, you don't need to applaud me
I want it but I'm only being honest
I love you, I mean, you're all I ever ever ever wanted
But I can't accept your money