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round and round and round we'd go say you're too lost so you couldn't go started out hot but it ended cold believed in the lies but i should have known flashback to my days when i still had friends all night riding our bikes until like 10 pm though I'm pretty sure it was all pretend last in the game you said we could win counting down the days, you left just to be safe and who is there to blame when i was just me in the first place how do i say i was in for the ride when you said this was worst time in your life now you're on your own never breaking a stride now you mind your own, and i mind what's left of mine never really had a proper date never shared something to celebrate now you got fancy schools with fancy gates choosing me in the first place was a mistake counting all the days first i couldn't believe it saying we'd still be friends course you didn't mean it the more it hurts the more you know part of growing up is learning to let go bit by bit im learning how to show the side of my smile only you woulda known more than months since we last talked sometimes i wonder if i needed you after all now we're so far you seem pretty small but id be lying if i said i don't want you to call counting all the stars as a newfound past time sometimes i reminisce of when you were still mine still mine
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 5:37 AM UTC
springing swing, wistful miss
round and round and round we'd go say you're too lost so you couldn't go started out hot but it ended cold believed in the lies but i should have known flashback to my days when i still had friends all night riding our bikes until like 10 pm though I'm pretty sure it was all pretend last in the game you said we could win counting down the days, you left just to be safe and who is there to blame when i was just me in the first place how do i say i was in for the ride when you said this was worst time in your life now you're on your own never breaking a stride now you mind your own, and i mind what's left of mine never really had a proper date never shared something to celebrate now you got fancy schools with fancy gates choosing me in the first place was a mistake counting all the days first i couldn't believe it saying we'd still be friends course you didn't mean it the more it hurts the more you know part of growing up is learning to let go bit by bit im learning how to show the side of my smile only you woulda known more than months since we last talked sometimes i wonder if i needed you after all now we're so far you seem pretty small but id be lying if i said i don't want you to call counting all the stars as a newfound past time sometimes i reminisce of when you were still mine still mine
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 5:37 AM UTC
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