To draw a line under it, all the bitterness, means letting go and forever forgetting it. Because I spent all my nights awake, stuck in the same place, finding out in the hardest way that nothing worthwhile comes easily. This isn't the easiest way to do anything, to pull up roots that are buried deep but it'd be alright as long as the slate's clean. And I can't blame problems on concrete, failings on the buildings around me, so I'll take it all to the city. We all have bad habits, like we all act as addicts when there's something we want and we don't stop until we have it. Yeah I get mad at shit when it doesn't go my way, but I'm finally learning you can't always do things the easy way. This isn't the easiest way to do anything, to pull up roots that are buried deep but it'd be alright as long as the slate's clean. And I can't blame problems on concrete, failings on the buildings around me, so I'll take it all to the city.