the back and forth, the on and off
the 'don't call anymore'
the leaving, the wishing i had stayed
a self inflicted prison i can't escape
like if i did the memories would decay
say you feel nothing when you see me
say that where i walk ,flowers have grown
say that i rocked your world
just give me somethin'
give me somethin' i can put in stone....
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