The One

December 17, 2009
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The One

Here I am,
Sitting under that old oak tree,
In the cold wet morning grass.
Wondering why I did this to myself.
I shouldv'e realized that I would be
the one who endedup getting hurt.
I should have seen the signs.
You were building up the walls,
and shutting me out.
I am the one who fell,
who can't get back up.
And you can't see that I am the one.

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