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When I think of you, all I can ask is:

When did it start? How did I miss the signs?

How did I get so caught up in a lie?

Somewhere along the way it turned into a game of pretend,

both finding ways to spend the time apart instead of with each other.

Maybe that's where it went wrong. Maybe we dropped the ball.

If I'd known it would shatter, I would have held on tighter.

So many things I could have said, choices made differently,

arguments we can't take back now are too little too late.

I guess you knew that, though, didn't you? Maybe I did too.

This he said/she said merry-go-round is getting old,

I want to get off but it just keeps spinning faster.

Am I to blame or are you? Hollow victories are still hollow,

at the end of the day I'm still no closer to you.

I know I should face forward and stop looking back,

let what's in the past stay buried, quit shedding useless tears.

It is what it is, there's no point in going over it one more time,

the end result will always be the same.

You were my biggest failure, my deepest regret,

and worst of all: the do-over I'll never get.