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I miss how we use to be
I miss the old days when you use to care about me
I miss the times when we would talk on the phone for hours and it would feel like days
But we use to never run out of things to say
I miss the days that you were the biggest part of my life
Now the thing that took your place is a knife
When people asked about you i could talk non-stop
Now the things i say about you are under key and lock
I use to have dreams of you every night
Now all my dreams of you are frights
Will things ever go back to the old way
Please tell me you have a answer to say
Please tell me before i run out of life to live
And love to give
Before i run out of blood to bled
Before the bullet gose in my head
Please tell me before i run out of tears to cry
Please tell me before i die