With everything that's happening,

January 16, 2018

Between you and me and them,

I'm just starting to realize,

The things I've been missing out on,

In the days I've been gone.

I didn't want to wait long,

But I'm afraid of putting myself out in the open,

So here it goes,

I mean who really knows,

What's gonna happen in the long run,

Could be a home run.

I just wanted to tell you,

Them three words before it's too late,

Too late to tell you, show you, to turn around,

I just wanna say,

I love you.

I've been to scared,

I've just walked away,

Too scared to realize,

That with the way things are now,

It might already be too late,

I mean you probably already moved on,

God why am I so stupid?

I should have just left it alone,

Not like I haven't had to deal with it before,

The disappointment, hatred,

I mean like newsbreak,

Heartbreak,

Not like that's a new thing

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