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Convinced, cold and obdurate
I stood, clinging to my decision
While you looked at me with hurt
pained eyes, absorbing every word
Wondering how I couldnt see
Wondering how I could walk away

You tried to find logic, some reason
The pieces didnt fit together anymore

You were willing to wait,
Willing to help me through
But my doors were locked
Refusing to budge to reason

I saw your eyes turn bluer
I saw how hurt you were
I saw how much you cared
And all I did was nothing

Wish I had treated you better,
Given you the affection
and respect you so deserve,
Returned your heart
with one scratch less.


One Scratch Less - 01/18/2012

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