to what i have to say
to you
sweep the trouble
of my words
under the rug
pretend you don't see
the misery i live
and you won't have
to deal with it
anymore
if you hope for
the day
where the happiness
returns
but don't
do a thing
to help it come back
then sooner or later
you'll finally see
what you meant to me
but you won't understand
'til i'm gone
(away)
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