The Man We Left Behind
I can still hear him calling in the night,
He didn't even put up a fight,
I hear my conscience talking in my head,
I think maybe I should go to bed,
I didn't think it would come to this,
It started with one simple kiss,
I couldn't go back after what I did,
I just had to get everything hid,
Eventually he would just die,
But in time I would have to tell many lies,
This is the story of the man we left behind,
And man he made me lose my mind,
Copyright © Vashly Adams | Year Posted 2005
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