I’ve tried so hard to make you notice me
But You never seem to come around
I’ve tried my hardest every time
But all you do is Say you love me
but it was pretend
Let’s see where that gets you in the end
I’m not sure why
It gets me deep inside
I guess I care more than I want to
But letting you go?
Letting you go is like a breath of fresh air
Letting you go felt like my color had returned just in a different shade.
You were no longer shadowing over making it seem dark than it really was.
Life is like a typewriter.
Make a mark, they say, but remember one thing.
The mark you make is permanent.
You can’t go back and you can't erase.
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