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the Ball and Chain
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LIFE I meant to say I don't,
I meant to run out the door,
It was not me under that dress,
It was not my heart.
My mouth moved slowly, quivering,
wanting to say "I don't"
wanting to say "I am sorry".
See when I woke up that day,
I imagined it was you, I saw your face,
I saw your embrace.
I imagined you where speaking to me,
telling the world your I Do's.
I imagined you holding me softly
Your lips upon me...
And in doing so
The ball in chain was handed to me.
Was placed around my heart.
My heart who is now drowning without your love.
My heart who requested me to run.
It wanted to wait, it wanted to scream...
See on that day I was suppose to run to you,
I was to say I don't love you
I was suppose to say I am sorry I love another.
My heart belongs to him.
