Sometimes I pray to God, "take me back to the night we met"
so that I can change everything and make sure I never love you
but then I think about the good times we had, and there were some
And I think about the love, cause there was some
and even though you are gone now
and the time seems wasted
you have left me knowing exactly what I don't want in the future
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