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why do I sit her and dwell on what you do? i Guess if i sit here long enough i can figure out what went wrong today. But you left me alone in this house once again to go fill your need of friends and drugs, I can't take it any more,
I am done with your lies, .....I am done holding your hand....it's time to grow up by your self..... It's time to be a man.
I don't want to alway be number two in ur life, when i put you number one. instead of siting here letting the memories flow through my forgetful soul,
to try to fix us., I am going to stand and leave you with all my thoughts,
so they can blow ur mind instead of mine.
oh yes u'll be part of my past now, it will remain this way once and for all.
those happy days will be my old memories that will turn in to rust just like ur heart did when you walked out the door.
Loran Wallace
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