I thought...maybe writing from your point of view, I could see what I did wrong. You won't tell me, you won't even have a decent conversation with me. Maybe I should do what he did, and just stop trying. Hey, maybe we just weren't good enough for you.
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I see her sitting there
Down the hall way
Frantically scribbling
Scribbling of the past
Scribbling to fix
The bond that was broken
She often asks what went
Through my mind when
I pushed her away
Even I don't know
The answer to that simple
Yet heart-breaking question
I just did what I usually did
Love them and leave them
With no sense of regret
Love them and leave them
Was all that I knew
Lies I've said, promises made
Tell them they're special
Lies I've made, promises said
Within the very words
"I love you...I love you."
I see her sitting there
Down the lonely hall
Frantically scribbling
And the look on her face
So hurt, so broken and
Yet I still look to my friends...
And smile.
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