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I can feel in in my hand
A friendship deteriating, turning bland
This wasn't what was intended
It's sad how it ended
Fogged up windows
Hidding behind weeping willows
I never meant to rip it apart
It's too late now, it's to dark
From my point of view
I see something odd, something new
It's not covered in pretty paper or a bow
Instead in a brown box, inbetween the swings below
Crumbled papers inside
Let's read them let's decide
Now I'll leave you two
I've done all the damage I can do
Goodbye take care
In a flash I'm gone in thin air