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Feb 2012
Do you still think of me?
When you close your eyes and you can't see
Do I tread the same part of your head
Back when we shared the same bed?

Because when my thoughts point to you
Everything I thought false seems true
All the wrongs seem right
Even that heartbreaking fight

Outside the school with tears on your cheeks
Your makeup smeared for weeks
I played the devil because I was new to love
Every saint was once a sinner and every crow wants his dove

Now that it's all washed out and air dried to high heaven
There's really no excuse for my sixes and sevens
I can tell you I was young and I can claim I was dumb
But I'll never call it my idea of fun

Now this is my apology
A poor attempt at sincerity
But I would never forgive you
If you told me you forgave me too
John
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John  28/M/New York
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