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I passed my time, i know now, of course,
when i could save you on my white horse,
sorry i couldn't see past my depression,
and see you first instead of second guessin,

can i ask a question? i guess that counts,
fuck it i'll just forget it after an ounce,
season myself in the haze of my room,
catch my body up to my hearts doom,

i don't remember when i last felt glad,
it'd be an understatement to say just sad,
was a little mad but a lot more hurt,
cause i constantly love what won't work,

somehow i've stayed a nice guy,
yelling out mean shit alone to the night sky,
but a strong love i can't always hold in,
i'm not some bud to be fold in.