I wrote this poem for you,
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But you never even cared.
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Now I'm lost inside my mind,
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Buried all but alive
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All these empty feelings,
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All these fumbled thoughts
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Led to good intentions,
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And all the things I've lost.
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I couldn't hold on to you,
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Somehow the fault's my own
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I don't wanna leave,
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But I didn't want you to go
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All these empty feelings,
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All these fumbled thoughts
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Led to good intentions, yea,
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And all the things I've lost.
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Poem
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The Challis Effect |