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Apr 2015
You pretend I'm not there,
You pretend like you don't care,

You only run to me when you need me,
But I'm always, always there,

I thought you were mine to keep,
But there you go shredding me into pieces,
over and over again.

So here's to goodbye,
Here's to the memories we build,
Here's to where I draw the line.

So don't come running after me when it's a little to late,
Cause It was your lost, not mine.
I was there, always have been, always was.

But, now I'm not to sure anymore.
Because I'm tired of it all.
I want to be chosen, captivated by heart.
Not just needed and thrown aside.

So cheers,
Here's to goodbye.
Tania Crocker
Written by
Tania Crocker  Australia
(Australia)   
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