I gave you my love, it wasn't enough
I gave you my blood, the real stuff
I gave my heart and soul to you
I gave you my possessions too
I've stopped giving you my all
I've even stopped giving you a call
This road has stopped winding
And my love has stopped binding
My anger I've quit hiding
Another town your riding
My pain is what I'm writing
You fell on me when you was weak
My love, something you wouldn't seek
That day everything seemed to fall
My life couldn't avoid the wall
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