I sit out here and wonder why,
You don't call or even write.
You tell me your different you tell me your true,
But all this talk makes me blue.
I don't believe you, your all the same,
But deep inside I feel ashamed.
I know the truth I don't wanna believe,
I don't really know what this can mean.
But to be honest I don't think we were meant to be,
And maybe one day you will see.
Maybe you'll find someone better and new,
And when you do you'll know it was true.
Lana Sullivan |
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