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Danielle Nicole (ruthlessone20) wrote,
@ 2011-10-31 00:48:00
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    Current music:Chances Are

    Chances Are....
    God damn you..
    It's winter time and every where I look, I see you.
    Just the simple things but you are still there in my head
    like I believe you always will...
    I can't fight your memory off and dear god I wish I could
    If there was a pill that could just erase your love
    I would pay every penny I had in my pocket to take it
    Because I'm done,
    I'm tired,
    I'm worn down from the emptiness you left in my heart
    No one will be able to fill it and it scares the shit out of me
    Knowing that no one will add up to you
    My father misses you, I know he does...
    You were like a son he never had ...
    God damn you
    why did you leave me

    I cry... and I cry because I know you aren't coming back to me
    I just want to move on
    That's all I want to do..
    Can your memory let me do that?
    Because I'm practically dying here.

    How do you do it?
    Just act like I was a friend you once knew...
    Like we lost touch somehow.
    How can you look my way and know that you aren't going to be sleeping next to me
    And wake up next to me the next morning
    That someday... someone will take your place?
    Do you just know that nobody can be you
    And your banking on that I will never move on
    And always love you?
    Because I feel like you miss me.
    But that's just me being hopeful once again

    Chances are you do think of me.
    Chances are that you wonder what I'm doing now....
    But chances are that you don't ever think of me
    I just want clarity...
    Somehow, some way...
    Just let me have that, would you?



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