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Dec 2012
What the **** am I thinking
I must not 'cause look at what I'm doing
I just have a knack for ruining things
Especially the ones that mean the most

Are you going to be here when I come home
Or will you leave me again, will I be alone

No more you, no more me
All this has me question reality
Sure these things all feel real
But what you're saying just can't be true
Granted that it's only a matter of time
Before I'm useless to you and your existence

What the **** am I thinking
I must not 'cause look at what I'm doing
I just have a knack for ruining things
Especially the ones that mean the most

Are you going to be here when I come home
Or will you leave me again, will I be alone

I constantly sing about my heart breaking
I truly wish I could stop how you feel
How you think the answers a bullet or rope
Baby just have a little hope
No harm will ever come your way
Not today or any other day

There will never be a time in which you fall
That I won't catch you and stand you up tall

What the **** am I thinking
I must not 'cause look at what I'm doing
I just have a knack for ruining things
Especially the ones that mean the most

Are you going to be here when I come home
Or will you leave me again, will I be alone

I can't take this pain anymore
Just come back and run into my arms
They won't ever let you go again
That's a promise I intend to keep
Because no matter what I ever love
None of it will come close to you
Copyright; Bret Desrochers
Bret Desrochers
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