I amYou bought me a bunch of red roses, and just like the promises you made; they sit on the table all wilted and brown, you should have just left them planted in the ground. Time has a way of healing all pain, but this kind of pain don't play by that game. My bags are packed sitting by the door, keys in my hand tears running to the floor. If you don't say what i'm needing to hear, I'll be headed down the road the car in high gear. It may take awhile to realize i'm gone, The only thing is - I already am...I am
Sorry...
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I say never be complete - I say stop being perfect - The things you own end up owning you !
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