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ohBOBlyone

Published: May 3, 2005

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All we have is time
   (honest I thought it was true too)
But the days-
   they slipped away

Too late now
Wish I had been older
Too late now
I wish it weren’t over.

We knew that we were happy
    (that warm fuzzy feeling was a dead give away)
Thinking that it would stay-
         (Painfully cliché)

We should know better…
But too late now-
since its over.

Too late now
Wish I had been older
Too late now
I wish it weren’t over.

Too late to tell
Too late to tell

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"my knight in shining armer turned out to be a looser in tinfoil."

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May 30, 2005

Perhaps the mistake we make is buying the megadose of fairytale true-love scenerios we are given as children that lead to unhealthy perspectives of what it should and should not be.

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