I remember you.
I tried to be-friend,
Your insecurity chose to end,
Its funny how blind emotion and inse-cu-ri-ty,
Can guide us to what we want-to-see,
I dreamed of causing you a lot of pain,
You left believing I drowned in shame,
My only shame was never saying how I feel.
How I felt and feel now, the pain is real.
How can a man live with all he can't forget?
Not speaking up is my biggest regret.
Write or wrong,
Speak on what goes on inside,
Or just be quiet, and slowly die.
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