I walked home without your hand in mine. I thought about all the time we spent together. Now you're gone and all I hear are the leaves blowing; wishing it was your sweet voice whispering in my ear. But, now you're gone and I wonder why I put up with you all the times you made me cry. The times you hurt me and said it was my fault. You made me believe your apologizes. You did things wrong that I thought were right. So now I look back, knowing I'll be okay. Maybe not tomorrow, and definetely not today.
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