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The Way Things Used To Be

By Bruce Clifford

This is not the way things are supposed to be
Can't put things aside while I swim in my misery
I can't sort things out as the past circles around my mind
I'm on the edge of despair waiting for you to remember
The way things used to be

I wish you could forgive for all of my sins
I wish you could be grateful for the many other things
I wish you would not throw in my face every single mistake I have made
I wish i did not have to take these things to my grave

This is not the way I meant to carry on
Every single moment I've got you on my mind
I can't get past your anger as stumble through your days
I'm on the edge of jumping off of this mysterious cosmic maze
The way things used to be

I wish you could forgive me for this burning in my heart
I wish you could have faith in those dreams you had from the start
I wish you would not throw at my face every mistake I have made
I wish I did not have to take these things to my grave

5/2/13 Bruce Clifford


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