Nicholas Wayde Turner
It seems like I do more crying these days.
In the long run it never pays.
I think about everything in my head, and realize what was truly said.
There were signs in the conversation I missed.
Now you are the one that's truly pissed.
I'm afraid to say what's on my mind because sometimes it's not very kind.
I hate what it has done to us.
Now we do nothing but fuss.
I look around wondering what I should do and all I can say is, 'I'm sorry my Boo! '
I don't want you to hurt, just because I was a jerk.
So I'm going to do what is best, and stop putting you to the test.
I'm not the right guy.
I think it's time to break the ties.
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