i gave you my heart and soul.  and you returned it.  returned it in a shuffled up box saying 10,000 pieces.  and i don’t have a picture to follow when trying to put it back together.  no wonder i’m still working on it 2 years later.  i’m doing a shit job so far.

and i don’t even know why i still talk to her like she’s listen.  like she’s here.  like she’s reading this.  maybe because i know it doesn’t really matter.  i’m just along for the ride.

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i think its all official erased now

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i still cry over you

and tonight… i’m just gonna have to accept the fact that i will be crying myself to sleep

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i had that once
i had one that could

i had that once

i had one that could

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more often that not, the evil wolf wins inside

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i don’t allow myself to cry as much as i need

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and for some dumb reason… i honestly think everything would be ok if she was here with me right now

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she may have deleted everything she wrote, but it’s still ingrained in my head.  i can still see the words.

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