[ The alcoholism, even if it never gets him drunk. The self-destructiveness. Not going to church anymore. Not believing. He tries to hold on to the bitterness, and let it shape his exterior. Like a traitor it slips away, and he's left with misery. He looks down at his hands. ]
I have my grief and you have yours. We both ain't stopped bein' stubborn asses.
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[ The alcoholism, even if it never gets him drunk. The self-destructiveness. Not going to church anymore. Not believing. He tries to hold on to the bitterness, and let it shape his exterior. Like a traitor it slips away, and he's left with misery. He looks down at his hands. ]
I have my grief and you have yours. We both ain't stopped bein' stubborn asses.