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4/23/12

to late

hate is such a bitter word yet hate is what you feel for me
so long your feelings gone unheard, i wouldn't listen, i couldn't see
i remember now every word you said, your picture in my trembling hands
i cry alone wishing i were dead, my broken heart finally understands
you gave me everything you could, you fought so hard to save the love we had
only caring about my own needs, didn't care to see, didn't realize that things had gotten so bad
i see clearly now but its far to late, you're finished talking, that bridge has been burned
took you for granted and sealed my fate, that books been closed, no pages left to turn


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