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Maybe you can call me, maybe i will listen,

maybe you'll leave that Sterling silver to glisten,

then i will envision a day i'll ever fully trust you,

i get it, you changed, but i made an adjust too,

never again can i allow myself to give,

more then the other, keep a good amount hid,

so she can only live, for the day you show her,

i'll always be there for her, i'll always know her,

til my death i'll owe her for all she did,

if she were a slave i'd put the highest bid

to make sure she lives a life of happiness and freedom,

even if in her presence i will always act dumb,

i crawl through songs, looking for the line,

that'll start the gears working deep in my mind,

to push my pen to write, feelings to seep in,

with the ink on each page that i weep in.