My hands are shaking...
While my heart is slowly breaking...
As tears start to fall...
I rember how you hated slaw...
Then that mental picture slowly creeps back into my head...
That day when we was sitting on the bed...
Every thing was going great...
Then you was like you know what I hate...?
Then you looked at me...
And said why can't you see...
We are drifting apart...
I just want a new start...
And I don't want it to be with you...
 
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