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Leaving It Here
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2002 On this paper I shall leave my mark
of rainy days and broken hearts,
of losing someone never there,
not that they ever really cared.
On this paper I shall leave my stain
of cans of pop and stinging pain,
of darkness and the boogymen,
forever to haunt me in my head.
On this paper I shall leave my aches
of way too much birthday cake,
of never seen loves and wishing on stars,
only at night when riding in cars.
On this paper I shall leave my mess
of crevasses and emptyness,
of longings for someone to call,
before I walk into a wall.
On this paper I shall leave my cries
of abandonment and staring eyes,
of capsizing at the mast,
cause I've been told this too shall pass.
