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Jun 2015
I walk down
This street of misery
An try to get this
Cloud to stop following me
Sit down and buy myself
a drink
While thoughts of you
Coming flying back to me
I try to smile an fight back
Those memories
But then I buy myself
Another drink
I begin to wonder
If you think of me
But then I pour myself
Another drink
Why does love include pain?
When will I be okay again?
The time has come
For me to move on
An hope you'll think
Fondly of me..
But if not then
Why don't you come in
To the bar of broken dreams
An I'll buy you a drink
We can talk about how
Life used to be
As you pour yourself another drink
God I hope you think of me...
William Keech
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William Keech
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