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If Only You Could Say It
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August 2012 Yes girly i really truly miss you,
tired of pretending you're still here with me,
what did we have before? could this be
something unique like we bought it at thrifty,
on broadway down the hill on a crooked corner,
surrounded by crooked police and suspicious foreigners,
somehow i'm supposed to believe that from a mourner,
i could learn to speak up and warn her,
guess life is a bitch and i'm dating it,
rising from the slums and making it,
not lowering myself to faking if
she cries her eyes out on my handkerchief,
so know that honestly i've every single day,
thought of you in millions of ways,
wished you were the first to say
that you truly missed me.
