I ought to make things right before I leave;
Says it's not right leaving without a goodbye;
Yet I find he's always been the one leaving;
And his absence becomes more excruciating each time;
So, where's the right in that?
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
I ought to make things right before I leave;
Says it's not right leaving without a goodbye;
Yet I find he's always been the one leaving;
And his absence becomes more excruciating each time;
So, where's the right in that?
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