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i passed your house on my way home from his and i felt my eyes fill with tears thinking bout every time i came over and every time i wish i did over the years i'm too stubborn to ever admit it but god do i miss you it takes up my dreams at all times of the day but my pride won't let me tell you the truth and even if i did, if i pulled out my heart and wore it on my sleeve would it even make a difference? or would you still just turn and leave? mom always said "you don't know til you try" but either way, in the end, i'll be crying so i keep my love to myself i'm just so tired bury my head in the sand but leave my soul for the breeze i'll die with these secrets they'll stay between me and the trees and i won't mind never knowing if there was hope for you and i because i sat on my hands and wondered, "is it better to speak or to die?" pride goes before the fall but it comes after it, too it's all that keeps me together at night when i think about falling for you i always think of you and i always think of this in the moments when i pass your house on my way to his
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Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 2:44 PM UTC
midnight drives with the radio too loud
i passed your house on my way home from his and i felt my eyes fill with tears thinking bout every time i came over and every time i wish i did over the years i'm too stubborn to ever admit it but god do i miss you it takes up my dreams at all times of the day but my pride won't let me tell you the truth and even if i did, if i pulled out my heart and wore it on my sleeve would it even make a difference? or would you still just turn and leave? mom always said "you don't know til you try" but either way, in the end, i'll be crying so i keep my love to myself i'm just so tired bury my head in the sand but leave my soul for the breeze i'll die with these secrets they'll stay between me and the trees and i won't mind never knowing if there was hope for you and i because i sat on my hands and wondered, "is it better to speak or to die?" pride goes before the fall but it comes after it, too it's all that keeps me together at night when i think about falling for you i always think of you and i always think of this in the moments when i pass your house on my way to his
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Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 2:44 PM UTC
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