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four days in a row i've woken up and said to myself;

"i have some one of my own now."

ignoring the thought that i used to call you that.

and these are the days i've been hoping for

walking down the hallway while holding some one else's hand

not staring at the other happy couples and cringing

trying to push away the pain and wanting to crawl into the wall

i don't have to wake up with dry tears on my face

i'm not sick of crying anymore

i don't owe anything to you anymore

learning to face each day with a smile

and not a sad or bitter sigh as i roll out of bed

the days roll on

and the same old sorry sad song doesn't play anymore

i can gladly say i've moved on

i've learned to say goodbye

so i'm kissing away all the memories

i'm putting all your pictures away

the day you didn't say goodbye won't haunt me anymore...