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i would sit in that chair again tell you all the things playing inside my mind the doubts, worries and most of all the premonition that it was going to be the last time we'd ever talk face to face... if i go back to december... i would take each day in a slow-mo hold your hand a little longer, tell you more about my feelings, and most of all realize it was already my last chance to let you know, face to face if i go back to december... i would ask you to be brave to not worry about letting me down easy tell you the best way is to be real, and most of all convince you it was better to take the last straw than drag it and hide from each other's face if i go back to december... i won't give room to hope or bet the distance won't change anything won't even try to save what was already slipping away coz deep down i knew, we won't be there to close this chapter face to face if i go back to december... i would be braver and stronger to tell you my goodbye and not worry won't hesitate to let go of your arms and most of all, won't linger on that embrace though it was the last one... coz now i know, the whole thing wasn't worth any of my time Beyond that one december...
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
If I go back to December
i would sit in that chair again tell you all the things playing inside my mind the doubts, worries and most of all the premonition that it was going to be the last time we'd ever talk face to face... if i go back to december... i would take each day in a slow-mo hold your hand a little longer, tell you more about my feelings, and most of all realize it was already my last chance to let you know, face to face if i go back to december... i would ask you to be brave to not worry about letting me down easy tell you the best way is to be real, and most of all convince you it was better to take the last straw than drag it and hide from each other's face if i go back to december... i won't give room to hope or bet the distance won't change anything won't even try to save what was already slipping away coz deep down i knew, we won't be there to close this chapter face to face if i go back to december... i would be braver and stronger to tell you my goodbye and not worry won't hesitate to let go of your arms and most of all, won't linger on that embrace though it was the last one... coz now i know, the whole thing wasn't worth any of my time Beyond that one december...
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
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