Monday, August 28, 2017

Come Back

Shut up, shut up;
That's not what I want.
I say things I don't mean
And don't know how to stop.
Come back, come back;
I don't know what to do.
Who will love me
If not you?
Say it's my fault;
I'll take the blame,
As long as you
Don't go away.
I remember
When we were small
We didn't fight
Like this at all.
You'd think that now
That we're grown
We'd be more mature
Than when we were young.

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