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lately i've been wondering

how much of me is there to go around

i've tried to sleep this stress away

but i'm kept awake by the sound

of tears falling from your eyes

fifteen miles away

and that sobbing voice that echoes

through my head for the rest of the day

it seemed to me it'd be quite easy

for you to go on happy without my face

pressed up against yours while sitting

on that park bench, our own special place

we'd watch the world go by

as if we'd already had a try

at this wicked game that we call life

and though i lay here alone tonight

the sight of that picture by the bed

oh it cuts like a knife

and slowly i'm forgetting

all those moments you're regretting

at the time it felt so right

to tell you i hate you with all my might

but as everything comes crashing down to the floor

those words stand sharp and solid as before

and i know it's not your style

to sit back and take a while

to realize if

whether or not walking away would be alright

but if i could find the strength

or go to such a heavy length

to dial your number tonight

i'd ask you many questions

and tell you all i'm feeling

through the awkward silence nearing

the end of the phonecall that night

silly little me

to think it might still be me

you're dreaming of in that bed

but i can tell theirs someone new

by every single word you kept unsaid

now i've decided not to keep on going

and from now to stop showing that i care

and with that comes the end

to an untimely page of words i can't erase

that stay tattooed on the paper

that will forever stay safer in my hands

than at your door