Looking back, I suppose
You were never my Rose.
You pulled, and I froze.
(In my state, nothing arose.)
You were lost in, I out like, a light,
Drawn by forces we wouldn't fight,
In a time when nothing was right.
I'm not sorry I regret that night.
You were never my Rose.
You pulled, and I froze.
(In my state, nothing arose.)
You were lost in, I out like, a light,
Drawn by forces we wouldn't fight,
In a time when nothing was right.
I'm not sorry I regret that night.
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