Maybe it was too much what I put you through, in the end I always thought of me and you.I asked you to hold on when things were rough, you tried to hide it but I could see things were tough.When I shouldn't have been lonely I was, in those times I always thought about us.The best thing about it was that no one understood, reminiscing I don't think anyone ever would.If I would've known where we'd be now, When I first met you I probably would've kept my head down.  


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