Fault
always ends the same,
i’ve come to learn that loving someone is a dangerous game.
the only way i learned was from the pain of a mistake,
soon you get used to seeing people walking with there back turned to you.
from the start you know the ending you convince yourself this time it wont happen,
this is something new.
its never your happy storyline,
they wont even remember you when there forty-nine.
i know there is one i will always see in my rearview,
in those years to come i will always see you.
don’t blame me i never wanted you to leave,
you have moved on but i still grieve.
i tried to warn you about this game,
i tried to tell how it all ends the same,
you took it as a pinch of salt,
in the end you told me its not my fault.
just turn back around,
and you will see me there waiting to be found.
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