tried
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I tried.
I tried.
I tried; I really fucking tried.
You're in my mind all damn day and I can't stop thinking about you.
When you left,
because you're confused
despite how we felt, so I cried,
my heart was shattered.
Although it was there,
though I held it back,
whether or not it was noticed,
only if you knew,
You don't where I come from
You don't know what I've been through
You don't know how many nights I
Stayed up crying for you
You just think this is a game
But you're the one to realy blame
Running down a dirt street
With my bare feet
Holding on your hand
As tight as I can
And never letting go
Running from my past
And going to the future
Running through time ain't a bad crime
