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Why is that to this day

I can’t bring myself to say

That I’m proud of you little bother

Even if you may not think so

I miss you, you must know that

And I wonder why you went to hide

In a place cold and angry

Deep inside

 

And why is that I can’t bring myself to answer the phone

When I see a call from home

I don’t resent you mother

God knows I don’t deserve your love

And I know you did your best to raise us both

All broken and alone

But the past hurts to remember

The wounds never healed you see

And I’d much rather not recall

 

And to you former lover, why is that I still cry

After all this time has passed me by

By now I know we weren’t right

You and me, me and you

But I wonder if the hope will ever stop

The truth is that I miss you

But no we can’t be freinds,

You broke my heart

You must understand,

And though I can’t bring myself to say it,

I still remember every day

Funny how I can’t remember to forget you

Even for my own sake

 

So really you must know the reason

For my profound and utter treason

Life passes me by

In the blink of an eye

And here I stay

With all these things left unsaid

Turned to nothing more than mere word play

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