Regret

August 31, 2013

Hear the laughter and not the end

Past mistakes in my head

Break the tip of my pencil lead

The end of the end is only the beginning

When I listen to those words

I only hope that you're kidding

Nothing I said was ever a lie

There is nothing I have to say to you this one last time.

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