Sean (darksoul) wrote,

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Don't want you thinking I'm unhappy...

It was on that hill that our first daughter would've been buried
Another hit and run victim of a drunk driver
It was down that street that she would've been found
Just a block away from home
Home, that house that you swooned over
We'd have been on our third mortgage
You spending too much on alcohol to numb yourself
Me working too hard to care
The house where we'd have fought
The halls where we'd have shouted
The roof under which we'd have lived miserably
Follow the trail backwards
To the point where we should've parted ways
So don't mourn that lost chance at happiness
The road ahead would've been more painful, in the end
That's what I tell myself, anyway...

This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
Some were sweet, some were cruel and snuffed you
Some just laid around in bed

Some had crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some had crawled their way into your heart
To rend its ventricles apart

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