Don’t ever hate me bc of what I did...
Don’t ever love me bc of who I am.
I have just done what I needed to do to say...
To say that I wasn’t here for you.
And now I’m sorry.
You wanted to know what it was all about...
We grew up and left the shed door
swinging on rusty hinges.
Hold me tightly bc he’s coming back!
Don’t ever regret it.
Don’t ever regret it.
That’s the life we lived and we didn’t mean nothing but what we said...
And hold me now. Now cuz I think I’m dead.
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