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The hardest thing I had to do was tell you to count to ten. We sat in your car And you sobbed and begged To stop the inevitable There was nothing I could’ve said This wasn’t goodbye This was see you soon This wasn’t the end Because we both knew We’d always look up Under the same moon The tables had turned Because my tears ran dry Yours came in tidal waves But I couldn’t cry Our time came to a close The chapter was ending But I couldn’t let your heart break Not while it was mending I softened the blow Bubble wrap on barbed wire Like dropping a bucket Onto a bushfire The hardest thing I had to do Was tell you to count to ten But only when eyes were closed Could you begin I gave you a final kiss My hands left your touch And if I’m being honest I don’t remember much You started to count I couldn’t break down I got to the door I couldn’t fall to the floor I watched you leave I couldn’t breathe I sat alone I lost my home I boarded the plane But it wasn’t the same It wasn’t the end It wasn’t the end It wasn’t the end One two three four five six seven eight nine ten I walked away But your eyes were closed
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Sep 17, 2024
Sep 17, 2024 at 11:57 AM UTC
But your eyes were closed
The hardest thing I had to do was tell you to count to ten. We sat in your car And you sobbed and begged To stop the inevitable There was nothing I could’ve said This wasn’t goodbye This was see you soon This wasn’t the end Because we both knew We’d always look up Under the same moon The tables had turned Because my tears ran dry Yours came in tidal waves But I couldn’t cry Our time came to a close The chapter was ending But I couldn’t let your heart break Not while it was mending I softened the blow Bubble wrap on barbed wire Like dropping a bucket Onto a bushfire The hardest thing I had to do Was tell you to count to ten But only when eyes were closed Could you begin I gave you a final kiss My hands left your touch And if I’m being honest I don’t remember much You started to count I couldn’t break down I got to the door I couldn’t fall to the floor I watched you leave I couldn’t breathe I sat alone I lost my home I boarded the plane But it wasn’t the same It wasn’t the end It wasn’t the end It wasn’t the end One two three four five six seven eight nine ten I walked away But your eyes were closed
Carla105
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Carla105
19/F/Australia
Sep 17, 2024
Sep 17, 2024 at 11:57 AM UTC
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