Our hope is in a headlock. Tomorrow always comes too soon and it kills to say I knew you’d let me down. As I fumble for the words to say, so long, for now. Well, every love song will be sung about you and every July will go cold without you, and I’ll hold on to every piece of you that I made up in my mind until I find a way to say goodbye.
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