2.7.13

Same bed, but it feels just a little bit bigger now. Our song on the radio, but it don't sound the same. When our friends talk about you all that it does is just tear me down 'cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name. And all just sounds like ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Too young, too dumb to realize that I should've bought you flowers and held your hand. Should've gave you all my hours when I had the chance. Take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance. Now my baby is dancing, but she's dancing with another man. My pride, my ego, my needs and my selfish ways cause the good strong woman like you to walk out my life. Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made and it haunts me every time I close my eyes. It all just sounds like ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Although it hurts, I'll be the first to say that I was wrong. Oh, I know I'm probably much too late to try and apologize for my mistakes but I just want you to know: I hope he buys you flowers, I hope he holds your hand, give you all his hours when he has the chance, take you to every party cause I remember how much you loved to dance. Do all the things I should have done when I was your man.

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