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...
i sat with a beer in my hand...
and a smoke in the other,
as i tried to look back
to just stop and listen...
as everyone around me
was talking about so much
i could not think straight,
even if i wanted to...
"i think its for the best"
went over and over in my head...
and as i remember it..
i wish i was dead...
it was something so short
and it opened up my eyes
that this little thingy called love...
is just a fucking disguise...
i wanted to throw your ring away...
but it wouldn't come off...
i walked right by your street yesterday...
waiting for my feet to stop...
to just let me fall to the ground...
because i didn't want to get up...
i thought long and hard about you...
and knew it was over...
but looked about and thought...
that maybe she could help me...
but i guess that didn't work...
as i have to understand...
that its for the best...
as i took back my flowers...
i knew our love was dead....
as i dropped them by my side...
i just looked at the flowers...
as i wanted to just start to cry...
so this is a letter...
a note...
a feeling...
that once i fell so hard...
i knew it wouldn't last..
as much as i wanted it to..
i guess it was for the best...
