I should probably box away your things
And burn the photos and my ring
But I'm having trouble determining
If this is really real.
I should probably delete your number too
So I don't find myself calling you
I've found I'm not sure what to do
Is this really real?
After your words are said and it's done
And your feelings have set along with the Sun
I'll step back from the battle you've clearly won
Wow, I guess it's real.
Please don't come back at your dismay
You don't get to choose when I leave and stay
This is your doing this was your way
One day YOU'LL wish it wasn't real.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
I should probably box away your things
And burn the photos and my ring
But I'm having trouble determining
If this is really real.
I should probably delete your number too
So I don't find myself calling you
I've found I'm not sure what to do
Is this really real?
After your words are said and it's done
And your feelings have set along with the Sun
I'll step back from the battle you've clearly won
Wow, I guess it's real.
Please don't come back at your dismay
You don't get to choose when I leave and stay
This is your doing this was your way
One day YOU'LL wish it wasn't real.
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