Forth of July
Looking up at that murky moon,
Humming our favorite tune,
Thinking of her all afternoon,
Hoping to see her one day soon.
I remember exactly why,
She left me on the Fourth of July,
Now the days seem to drag by,
Since that day she said good-bye.
She still says our relationship is over,
Because I was with another,
I hope she gives up her anger,
And remember that I still love her.
I’ll regret for the rest of my days,
I could not give up my cheating ways,
And the burn of what she had to say,
“You’ll never see me again, I’m gone to stay.
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