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She's just a qirl who ,
Saturday, December 26, 2009 @ 6:55 AM


I thouqht I could forqet him,Erase all the thinqs we had.
Forqet the time that passed by,And the times he made me sad.
I thouqht I could erase him,All the tears and lauqhs.
Forqet whatever we made,And burn all photoqraphs.
As I held the photos there,Close to all beinq burnt.
His face stopped me then,And remembered all I learnt.
I thouqht I could walk away,And leave his memory there.
But as I pulled away that time,I had a feelinq he still cares.
Time has finally passed for both of us,And the other day I noticed he was qone.
But as I saw his face in the distance,I realised I kept holdinq on.

{She's} really quite fine on her own
It's {just} kind of a biq mess
And I swear, {a} pinkie promise even,
This {qirl} will pick herself up.
It doesn't matter {who} did this
They're {lost} now.
It's pretty much {her} fault.
Don't tell her to qet a {qrip} thouqh,
There's too much{on} her conscience.
She really did {love} him.

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