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It's hard to make a promise three years in advance

But life is about taking risks and taking chances

I am begining to start having second thoughts

Past guys are starting to come back and haunt.



One is supposed to come back here to live

In the past, I gave him what I could give

It wasn't meant to be with him and I

For the first year all I did was lay and cry.



The one after that only lasted for three days

He judged me for what I liked in so many ways

He wasn't my type, didn't treat me well

Where he's at now it's hard to even tell.



The one I'm with means so much to me

With him, it's where I am supposed to be

He's the one I want to live my life with forever

I hope in three years we're still together.