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Left Behind

When you are awake tomorrow,
I will be but long gone today,
'Cause I have to end it now,
To a decision I've made with many nights of pray;

That this wasn't at all to be right,
At the beginning I was for sure wrong,
And even though you fell in love with me,
In my world you simply don't belong;

And as much as I had really hoped,
That maybe one day they would come to accept,
But you're simply to much for a world I came from,
And for that I had departed while you slept;

For tears of sorrow can't subdue a reality,
That could never be but real or true,
And even though we shared those moments together,
I now have to imagine a life here without you;

But know for sure that you mattered,
Even though it may seem quite different,
I will always treasure our times together,
And those three precious words were forever meant;

This the letter she had left behind,
On the bedside the morning when I awoke,
And even though she may have once cared,
She still left behind a heart that she had broke.

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