Oct 04, 2008 15:37
Always elusive.
Never exclusive.
The one that got away.
Oh the rain, it pours for you.
Kiss you on the cheek.
Say the dumbest things.
And the best it lies in you.
It was my fault from the start.
Couldn't fix this broken heart.
I'll always hold it dear.
But never hold you near.
I don't want to live to 23.
I'm sorry.
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