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i think of the women whom i have loved
i am too quick with that word
i left my heart on the doorstep
like a rumor they’d already heard
who is to blame when things don’t stay the same?
people move on, they get cold
i can’t forget smiling faces
joy once was so bold
i’m praying i’ll forget the way
it seemed so right just yesterday
i had something, but now it’s gone
people move on
i think the one who loved me
no, i guess she never did
she was not shy in saying it though
i still bleed wounds from cupid
i think of the reasons i wanted her
i wonder why she was my wish
when all the world is leaving
she is the only thing that i miss
August 4th, 2003
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she stands on the corner shouting his name
he used to run his fingers through her hair
she’s made her choice to be a whore
and he tells himself not to care
’cause if he turns to face her calling
it won’t matter how sincere
he knows that eventually
she’ll end up right back here
so why does he lay down his heart to break?
why does he love for lovings sake?
he made a promise and every day he makes it true
maybe one day, maybe she’ll love him too
he adores the memories
the first laugh, the innocent kiss
he knows that sometimes
she forgets that he exists
she still says that she needs him
shows up drunk at his front door
he knows she’s only lonely
like a thousand times before
March 8th, 2003
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every morning i’ve stood at this open door
to watch the sun rise and reveal the empty day
train my eyes at the start of the sky
when i look for you who went away
they say i’m foolish for waiting
and hope’s a hard habit to break
they say i don’t look for you
it’s just my routine of being awake
eventually i go back inside
with excuses i have to believe
though each do i fight harder
to wait instead of grieve
this morning i won’t find you
it feels like pain to close the door
until you wrap your arms around me
you’re worth waiting for
March 8th, 2003
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she finally found a reason to dig out her magazines
every scrap that she has saved since she turned 14
now the last 10 years are narrowed to 10 days
to put a check by the only plan she’s made
all her friends are coming so i guess i won’t be there
i still think i love her; not enough to show i care
i won’t see the dress or have to shake his hand
i won’t kiss her cheek, leave her lips for another man
she’ll end up unhappy
in some run down trailer park
and i will be the memory
she clings to in the dark
the articles she’s read tell her how to love
he says he’ll stay even when push comes to shove
if he lays a hand on her i hope she runs away
my door is always open – if she wanted she could stay
but for now she’s gonna
find a borrowed blue
and tell herself her dreams are coming true
January 8th, 2003
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you believed in happy endings
all the movies say it’s true
and once upon a time
she’ll fall in love with you
you never were the one she wanted
you tried to be someone she’d need
you wrote the perfect letters
you realize now she’ll never read
what will you write about now?
there’s nothing left for you
hope is nowhere to be found
all the movies said
won’t come true.
January 2nd, 2003
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