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To our hands unglued
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High School I gave up.
I gave up on you my sweet.
Sometimes it hurts that I feel no regret,
but I know I could fight no longer,
or would surely meet my death.
And though not caged,
I am not free,
I have no love when I'm this way,
and it felt good to need you,
even if you never needed me.
Revenge is far from sweet.
But youth is a fruit thats soon to spoil quickly.
And I must savor its juices while its ripe off the vine.
So I will forget your sweetness as you have forgotten mine.
Its just sad to look back and realize
I really believed in you.
Falling off the rocks,
sayonara to the docks,
i'm going home and signing off.
