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Why cant we go,
back in time?
A story written
when you were still mine.

Why cant we go back,
To before it all began?
Write new beginings
and a story with no end.

Why should we choose,
To just let this all go?
A chapter written now
should be a novel.

Why should we leave,
With such untainted care?
It seems these blank pages
still cause a stare.

Cause I hate myself for everything you do,
Hate myself cause I still love you.
Cause I hate myself for everything you do,
Hate myself cause you've found someone new.