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So many times,
in fact every time,
I've held out my hand,
tried to be the man,
tried to be steady,
tried to be ready,
to hold you up,
to be solid ground,
but it seems every time,
yea, every time,
you gave away,
you walked away,
you stayed away,
and I watched the day,
turn blue to gray,
the sun fall in my skies
lose sight with my eyes,
every time,
yes, every time,
you put me down,
you let me go,
you left me alone,
so gentle it hurt,
so cold that I burned,
so sweet that I soured,
so short that my hours,
turned into seconds,
that turned into moments,
they turned into nightmares,
and set me in my chair,
to sit and to think,
about how I can be,
all of these things, that you'll never see.