I said unessesory things to get you out of my head,
I guess it's better to leave memories unsaid,
You don't know how many ways I had to try,
You don't know how it feels like to sit on the sidewalk and cry,
You don't know how it feels to jsut say goodbye,
I've Heard it so many times before,
When you left me cold after you slammed the door,
But I was willing to bet just a few bucks,
To see how life would turn out,
I would probably get something bad no doubt,
But now it's over,
No more holding your hand,
No more running joyously on the sand,
No more smiles and akward moments,
Why do people even want to hold a hand,
Is it to feel safe, feel secure, feel happy?
Well now my life is crappy.
I realized life is life
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