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I had the dream once
Of all I would have been
If Id been loved first
Just only might have been
Id have been so generous
And so much less mean
About your chosen one
It might have been me
But
All the mail left in the hallway
All the photographs you never took
All the gifts you never wanted
Nothing cures that
All the ways you showed forgiving
All the times Id wishedd been me
All this heros love Ive wasted
Nothing cures that
To the memory
Of love
I write this letter down
Remember me
You should see me
The way I see myself
Theres so much there to love
Youd not know me....
But
All the games Ive played around you
All the tiny tests Ive set
All the secrets that Ive shown too easily
Nothing cures that
All the songs for which I couldnt care less
All the nights I should have said no
All the the things I should have hidden
Nothing cures that,..
Is there a last one
One last night with all the sad songs
On repeat
Just the sad ones.