Counting down what tomorrow may bring.
I am hoping that your voice I can still.hear you sing.
As I sit here in sorrow, you may never be there again.
To me you were my one good friend.
So how can you judge what I have done.
Keep on walking away, I hope that you run.
Maybe my version of me was not what you expected, but at least I was real.
With my heart on my sleeve, this is you with a steal.
You know you can have me anytime that you want,
With my self righteous ways, you darn will haunt.
leaving you without a smirk or a smile.
Look upon us, when we were a child.
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