you can’t say that
you’ll be there, you’ll still care
and that nothing will change
because it does, it did,
and it always will.
i let you have a piece of me
and i left it there with you
the you that i knew in my 16th summer
but now it’s over
and i’m fighting for things
that are no longer there-
things i didn’t even want to begin with
yet i’m reaching, clawing, struggling…
you said it would work out
but you lied;
(i left and it didn’t)
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 12:45 AM UTC
you can’t say that
you’ll be there, you’ll still care
and that nothing will change
because it does, it did,
and it always will.
i let you have a piece of me
and i left it there with you
the you that i knew in my 16th summer
but now it’s over
and i’m fighting for things
that are no longer there-
things i didn’t even want to begin with
yet i’m reaching, clawing, struggling…
you said it would work out
but you lied;
(i left and it didn’t)
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