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October
--

you've got no class,
your style's run dry
all that's left of you is gone
in the blink of an eye . . .

you strung me along,
a doll or a friend
and i'd like to say this is the end--

but each day's a little harder
and freedom is a lie
the only thing to count on
is that you can't rely

i want to say i'm sorry
though i'm not sure i can
after all we said and did
i'm not much of a fan (of either of us)

i'm afraid to reach out
but i'm afraid to keep in
i know the rift between us
will probably never mend

if you ever get this note
which you'll probably never read
i hope you understand my words
and why i feel the need

to tell you that i'm sorry
though it's certain, far too late
i don't want forgiveness
just please nullify this hate

it's far too much to carry
when it's sadness, too, i bear
and since we rarely talked
it seems a bit unfair

so here we are again
facing across the road
i'm unsure of my direction
you're unsure of your own load

we've done a bit of growing
but it'll never be enough
to pave the stones between us
our going's always rough

i love you still somehow
i kept all you ever gave
i wear it to remind myself
of what i couldn't save

if at the end you're lonely
or the path is just too dark--
despite the war, despite the words
that always left a mark--

some part of me's still here for you
the part i left behind (with you)
call me anytime you want
i'll try to ease your mind.