| I can barely remember when we were young
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| Standing in the parking lot at one
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| And you said I don’t even like you anymore, but no one
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| Else is answering my calls. |
| It is like I’m not here at all
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| And these days, you ain’t quite been the same since your father left
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| It’s not your fault I say, it’s not your fault
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| And you say, I don’t care anyway
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| Someday, we will lie in our separate graves, where heaven and hell couldn’t
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| stay further way
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| And I hope I never see his face around this town or ever again
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| I can barely remember when we were young
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| The day you saw your father’s son
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| And you asked is it alright if I could stay here all night
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| I didn’t want to be seen by your brother. |
| 17 and terrified, I climbed out of
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| your window and into your backyard
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| Every apology I wrote, sounded like a suicide note. |
| Words fell out,
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| panic setting in my hands I cried no. |
| All this wasted breath, my God it’s
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| unbearable
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| That’s when a thought crept in my head. |
| I climbed up to a branch,
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| took a breath and I fell
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| Broken ribs and torn apart I looked up. |
| I couldn’t believe that this was summer
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| love
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| Trying hard not to sound desperate but you’re the only one I talk to anymore
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| Isn’t it strange, isn’t it strange? |
| How we only remember the awful things |