sometimes you just gotta give.
sometimes it's good to cry.
sometimes i wonder why.
and sometimes i think of what might have been,
and sometimes i wish it did.
then other times i see what happened,
and it's those times i seem to realize;
that sometimes isn't forever,
but it could last more than the weekend.
and sometimes i'll never forgive you,
but sometimes i know that i did.
and sometimes i dream of a world without you,
because i know that i'd die.
but at least i'd be free.
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