My mistake
Many Nights I stood in the rain, blowing green
To cleanse my brain of you
Just trying to forget
Or remember we didn't fit
But you were HOME to me
Now I'm tired of roaming B.
But my home not how I left it
Erased and replaced,
she's missing with out a trace
Except in his daughter's face
Now she torn between love and hate
But she sealed her own fate
Leaving was a mistake
Is it too late?
To cleanse my brain of you
Just trying to forget
Or remember we didn't fit
But you were HOME to me
Now I'm tired of roaming B.
But my home not how I left it
Erased and replaced,
she's missing with out a trace
Except in his daughter's face
Now she torn between love and hate
But she sealed her own fate
Leaving was a mistake
Is it too late?
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