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Keith Regan Carney

Keith Regan Carney

Letter To An Old Friend

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Let me just say, for some time I didn’t know a part of me was a possibility.
Long story short, I met you and you were the first love I knew; How I wish I had told you.
Four years went by, we talked every day, then I pulled away, and fear settled in.
You see I felt more than friends, but I couldn’t read that in you, and all else I had to deal with...
Well, I just ran.

So there I was, far away; a new adventure, and I was there to stay away from all that.
‘Least so I thought, soon I met him, right back where I’d been, what a blow to my mind.
I was so scared, but I knew I had to tell him the truth of how I felt. Thinking back to why I did...
Seems who I am runs deeper than thought, and it’ll have its way even if it has to kill me...
So I gave in.

Well here I am, and here we are, and all the things life has shown us so far.
And now I look from this broad point of view, and I see the play; the scenes based on you.
When I am down, my mind likes to pine for a life that’ll make this fairy tale true.
Then I look back to all that I’ve lived, and all that I’ve done... then I hold out that dream,
And let it go.

Well my friend, I do think, what life we’d have lived.
I mean, how could that just pass us by?
Then I think that somehow it maybe because...
I think we already lived that life...yeah...
I think we already lived that life.
Look at you, look at me, look how far we’ve come;
Makes me laugh how you certainly have won.
You figured it out before I had begun,
And yes I think we already lived that life.
I think we already lived that life.
I think we already lived that life...

But tonight I’ve been thinking about you and I can’t sleep at all.
But tonight I’ve been thinking about you and I can’t sleep at all.

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