You used to be mine. You'd smile and tell me everything was fine. Now I sing it as a song line. I used to be yours. I'd smile and tell you it was just words. Now we are just part of the past. But more times than I care to admit, then I'd ever commit, to the truth. You dance in my mind. I brush you away. You rest in my head. No matter what we said. So I take a deep long breath, and hold it. Whatever happened between us, I own it. You're someone else's and I turn away. It's a fine sunny sky, but I live each of a rainy day. I can't stop thinking about you, but I've got to stop. There's only one answer, I hope it's not. 'cause you used to be mine. You'd smile, turn away. Nothing was fine. 'cause you used to be mine.
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