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The smile
The laugh
The call
1,2
I stalled
As long as I could until
He could no longer wait
Did you call for a reason
Yes the boy I like it's you
1 2 and there it is
I'm not bi
We didn't speak of the matter
The last goodbye
As akward as me
The hope dies
I listen to my music
Sing my heart out
Try to forget the call
One , two
I ride the swings alone
Another time I messed up
Not my art
Not my music
Not my voice
Not the words I think
Not the tears I never cry
Could explain how much
I enjoyed your presence
And to think you might never talk to me again
1,2
I go to bed and sleep it off
The last time I was here I was up on nights end thinking of you
All over again in a not so different tone
You made me positive
But in the end I came out negative
Your smile was not here your jokes your friendship
You where the one thing on my mind hours on end but it's time for me to leave
Maybe this will be the lesson I learn
To make sure that I know what will happen when I tell you and maybe keep them to my self

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