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The way you say it
It comes across the way you mean it
And that’s the way I hear it
That’s why I have these thoughts
That I’m not good enough
You say I’m sad
When I’m actually very glad
Your words tear at me
Until I can’t take it
Then I do everything that will make you say
The things I will not want to hear
I know it seems childish
For me to complain
I mean,
I should be used to it
After all these years
Because of you I’ve cried so many tears
And you’ll never know
The thoughts you make me have
And the way you make me feel
Like I will never be good enough
Today I had to say what could be goodbye
You're the last one I never thought the time would come for
I gave you a note and i don't know if you read it
I gave you a hug and you left
You were my best friend
And I don't know if I'll ever see you again
The mystery in his eyes
The story they tell
Wrinkled around the edges
When his laugh takes me away

Every threat he takes away
You can see the protectiveness in his eyes
The ones that never lie
He’ll always be by my side

His eyes are like a song
The one that goes on and on
My heart beat is the tempo to his song
I know he is where I belong
Does he like me?
It's a simple question really
Not complicated at all
You would think i could find an answer
In the months we've been talking
In the years we've known each other
We never used to be close
But we are getting there.
Please remember me when you hear this song
Please remember me, and not what i did wrong
Please remember me when I'm gone
Please remember, this is where I belong
Please remember, how you make me strong
Please remember, no matter how long
Please don't forget me
When the song is over
When the sun goes down
Scared to death I'll fall
The feeling at the top of the wall
Helpful hands to pull you up
They will carry you
Through it all
They yell and they yell
Until I start to cry
I run upstairs to hide the tears
And I don't care who hears
The tears run down my face
Before i know it
I cry myself to sleep
And I wake up in a puddle of my own tears
I found this today and it's probably something I wrote in 5th or 6th grade.
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