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i loved you
know that now
i feel like shit
my only break from grief
is that i think you
may get this
you may just get pissed
if i showed up at your wedding
the only one with reasons
before you get that ring
think now
how much i meant to you
i cant tell
but i know now
yes i do

i hope your blessed
i hope your joy
is always complete
i hope you never forget
when we slept in the street
i hope he treats you like a prince
i hope you two pass in your sleep
together holding one another
when your eighty three
i hope the world changes
i hope it doesnt change me
i miss the times we fought
i miss the times we felt free
i wish you all the best
that this fucked up world can offer
i'd move the world around
if it would fix what i just tossed out
when i left you last christmas
i knew i had to fuckin do it
now i sit here holding nobody
and i know that i blew it
maybe god forgives
but i doubt shes gonna forgive me
i doubt ill ever find another
who can set me free
its tragic see
i know im meant to roam unbound
but the only time i felt whole
was when you were around
im hittin the ground
pounding dust clouds in the air
im sorry for the mornigngs u woke
to remember i wasnt there
im sorry for the cold stares
you gave yorself in the mirror
i praise god
that he came and you could start getting better
im worth less
to everybody i ever loved
but when i came back into town
you always gave me a hug
i remember leavin philly
and we sat there and cried
i remeber that time that we thought
the crossroads had died
i remember that wedding
and how beautiful you looked
i feel sorry that the bride
so glorius got one-upped

i dont want to change the past
i dont want to take you away
but i'll never forget
the thing you said that day
you said
that walking away
this time was really walking away
i feel so ugly right now
im so sorry
ill go, you stay.....

"If the America people ever allow private banks to control the issuance of their currencies, first by inflation and then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around them will deprive the people of all their prosperity until their children will wake up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered." ~Thomas Jefforson

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