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You've got your life
I've got mine
I would live, if my knife
Didn't cut so fine
I want to love you
But I want to leave
If I can't be with you
Then what is left to believe
We don't talk
And I am part to blame
So once I again I will walk
Because I am tired of feeling the same
To you I can't do anything right
And I know it is all me
Every time we fight
You can always blame me
By: Mika Buell
January 9, 2001
5:50 p.m.
Inspired by:
Michael.