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Rainy Sunday

I'm sorry to the children I'll never have
I gave my life to a promise
Gave away the easy life
To wait in the misery of knowing I'll never have her

It's not her fault I could give up
That would make me like every guy before
So I prove to her that I truly loved her
I never broke my vows to her

They might be the knife sticking out of me
I told her I'd bleed out for her
Did you think I was joking on that rainy Sunday
I would trade it all to fill her laying beside me

I have a year in 11 months left
Until I fall into this Melancholy grave
I know it's fucked up but my demons count the days down
She gave me a reason to live 

She'll get married to him
And forget about the boy that loved her
I'm caught in Winters death grip
It's getting colder and colder every day without her

◄ The Miss Fortune of Finding Out That The Irony Behind This All Was That The Story Was Never Told Truly To You

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