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I thought I was a writer, that I could write the script

And every word I made you say sounded stale out of your lips

But I still wrote

And you still read along

I didn’t want to walk away from all that we had built

So I sat silently in my guilt

While you danced

I stood still

Holding on, pieces of the past

And how, my God, did I think it could last?

When I’ve seen the work my hands have done

And I found I was the wrong one

My youth blinded me to all that you had felt

Though what was never considered were the cards that I’d been dealt

But you still played

And I was torn

Well, I saw where the line was, but I clearly walked across

And the look on your face made my stomach turn and toss

'Cause I knew

That you were lost

Holding on, pieces of the past

And how, my God, did I think it could last?

When I’ve seen the work my hands have done

And I found I was the wrong one

In the summer I’ll be married, and your family will have grown

And the words of forgiveness that we never spoke

Will be known

Will be known

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