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Mar 2012
You didn't blame it on me,
but it was my fault.
I had everything in the world to do with it
It ruined me.
I lost you.
All to make you happy.

Bitterly, this is the case.
I was the instigator.
All I can do is be here
To be here for you.

A torrent of confusion
mixed with young lust.
We dripped with it,
thinking bliss.

I have opened my eyes,
rather, I've had them opened for me.
The light is too bright
I wish I could go back.

My heart is gone,
blasted away with my own stupidity.
I don't know where to go
but you're here.

You're here..
You're always here.
Here mending my sorrows
Here rending my emotions

And every voice says
"leave her, she'll only hurt you more"
but I can't
she's so enchanting.
Rough draft, based off of life events stemming from the girl I wrote "For You" for. I thought I'd be witty and write it as an altered version of "For You", but it just kept going. As I said. A rough draft.
Written by
Carl Stevenson
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