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Catch me tracing memories,Chasing but I'm on a leash,
Face me when I'm weak,
And yet I still refuse to speak,
Caught up in this mess,
But really what else do you expect,
The truth I've come to expose,
Gotta get it off my chest like wet clothes,
Got my eyes closed like I was catchin late shows,
I can't stand it,
And the more I try to understand it,
The more confused I get and disbanded,
I still catch myself thinkin on a daily basis,
Our old oasis not willing to face it,
But basically lets face it,
The more effort I put into it, the more I disgrace it,
I know I can't fix it but hot damn do I miss it,
Your face could light up the room, I just wish I could kiss it,
Still thinkin of what coulda been,
What woulda been,
Damn I know where we shoulda been,
I know this is so mindless but it's like it's so timeless,
I wouldn't mind this if the connection stayed open,
Still slowly hopin that we can open a channel,
And don't worry what your man can do,
Cuz we know I can do it better,
I got you to open up like a letter,
But you dropped me like a Kever Federline,
So even though you can't be mine,
I still hope you'll open you eyes in due time.
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