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Well, Today is the 15th. |
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And you know what that means, |
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Time to sit and go through boxes of old pictures. |
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See if I can bring myself to, |
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The brink of giving up, |
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I never follow through, you tell me all the time. |
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Spend my days looking back, |
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And I wonder if you're looking up, |
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From underneath someone who is able to be, |
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Everything that I'm not. |
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I'm visiting that grave, |
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And the epitaph has already been chiseled in my mind. |
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I'm bringing it all down right now, |
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The way I should have let you go, |
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And let you ruin one life, |
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Instead of two. |
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I spend tonight by myself, |
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For the first time, |
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I try to look ahead, |
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And try to find something that, |
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Isn't doomed like we were, |
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Now all I need, |
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Is a second chance. |
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Spend my days looking back, |
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And I wonder if you're looking up, |
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From underneath someone who is able to be, |
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Everything that I'm not. |
