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For so many years I held my breath for you,
Held under what became the ocean.

I'm struggling to find footing, on what became the ocean floor.
And now, as I reflect on what became my foundation.

And who am I to say the grass was ever greener?
Where my own feet struck the earth.
And that the fields they seemed much neater,
On my side of the fence.
And who am I to question why you took the path you took?
And who the f**k am I to open this closed book?
But the pages just keep turning, turning
And my pen just won't run dry,
But my eyes they won't stop burning
And yet you still have no reply

I guess that in a way,
it had to be like this.
And I guess that in a way,
I'm glad it turned out like it did.
Because I couldn't stand your sight
If I ran into you tonight;
And if you died I just don't think I'd have too much to say tonight.

And who am I to say the grass was ever greener,
Where my own feet struck the earth.

And the fields they seemed much neater,
On my side of the fence.
And who am I to question why you took the path you took?
And who the f**k am I to open this closed book?
But the pages just keep turning, turning.

And you will lose, years of your life.
If you had said,
Just walk ahead.

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