I thought I would leave
And it would be over
That I could leave again
And no one would care
No one would notice
I'd leave and no one would mind.
You'd say goodbye if given a chance,
I'd walk away without a second glance
That I would leave
And we'd be through
I didn't know I'd have to come
Crawling back to you
I've dragged myself back to you.
I've been beaten and left for dead,
Bloody crown of thorns atop my head
Too fragile to be moved
By force or words
And now I've returned to you.
I've lost my way
And found it again
By crawling back to you.

10/29/2001

Posted on 10/29/2001
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