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That Three Letter Word
I can’t say it because my lungs are full
just like the wool that was wrapped around me of my favourite blue sweater
I can’t say it because my lungs are full
full of the words that have stirred inside me that I wish I could take back
I was wrong to say those three letters
the ones I thought were for the better
now I know
they brought me sorrow but tomorrow
I want to change to rearrange
I was wrong to say those three letters which brought me the sun
but left me feeling like a gun
cold and alone
what I needed was to say no
you don’t understand its who I am
it hurts to change to rearrange
because I thought I was wrong
I don't think I’m happy that I met you
I don't think I’m happy that we spent so much time together
I was wrong to say those three letters
but now I'm better
you left me and I tried to plea
but I wish I had just let you go
it was a hard blow
what I needed was to say no
I was wrong to say those three letters
when you told me it’d be okay I listened and I knew I would pay the price for what I agreed
now I know, what I needed was to say no
when I said yes, I meant no
my mind spun around the word no while my mouth kept the bitter taste of yes
I want to change the clock
I want to knock on the door of time and let myself go back
to allow myself to say no
I wish you knew what I went through for you
I can only hope that you knew what I did
I can only hope that you don’t think that I deserve what I got
you don’t understand
its who I am
it hurts to change
to rearrange
we created a bond and I grew very fond
but soon I became aware
our first hello was a mistake
our last goodbye was a blessing
I guess it was a lesson
but I wasn't wrong
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