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It's Not True - William Fitzsimmons
Should I decide it's true
That you would leave if given
Half the chance to go and
I'd be left here on my own
To find myself in bed
Wishing everything that
Changed would be the same
The room still looks like you
It's a mess and all the
Pictures on the shelf are
Dusted off by someone else
To keep me company
I haven't told her that your
Thought still lingers on
Everyday's another
Chance to bury my regret
Everyday's another
Chance to make it but I can't
But I can't but I can't
But I can't but I can't
I saw you on my phone
On a contact list that isn't up to date
Would have changed it with more time
That I require to
Rid my mind of all the freckles on your face
And reconcile to what
The ring I bought you is
Buried deep within the ground
Behind the swing where we first met
And memory only serves
To remind of all the bruises you forgave
Everyday's another chance to bury my regret
Everyday's another chance to make it but I can't
But I can't but I can't but I can't but I can't
Should I decide it's true
That you'd return if
Given half the chance to come
But it's not true
But it's not true but it's not true
But it's not true but it's not true
But it's not true but it's not true
But it's not true but it's not true
But it's not true but it's not true
But it's not true but it's not true
