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September 20, 2004

I know my reality

I know my every insecurity

I know I cried for you

and all I wanted to be true

No more will I tell you how I feel

I won't even tell you how I am going to deal

I won't cry in front of you

Especially when I want us to be true

I tried before we parted

Because I thought it was meant to be started

You turned me down

That was the first time I drowned

So it's your turn to talk

Your turn to take a walk

Your turn to show me your love

Words mean nothing when you emotionally shove