The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Proof

There isnt anymore I can give.
There isnt anymore I can prove. 
What you see is what you get.
Love me or not...I dont care anymore.
I've been here through it all.
I've been there when no one else was.
I cant tell you what you mean to me.
I cant tell you what you do to me.
For what you see is what you get.
Every tear that falls is true. 
Though you may think different.
It is proof that I care.
It is proof that I love.
It is proof that I want to be here.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide
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