"Hello. How are ya babe" itĄŻs been a long, long time. IĄŻve only brought some stamps, cigarettes and a bottle of wine. I know IĄŻm probably the last person that you wanted to hear from, but so much time has passed, I figured "what the hell". Time heals all wounds but the razors mark across my wrist, and itĄŻs my blood that flows so freely from this pen. For all the time we had the good, the bad, the in between IĄŻll probably never know a better day, no I never will. And when it fell apart, it broke my will, it broke my heart. Now I pass the time with cheap talk, cheap wine and cheap thrills. Time heals nothing but the scars across my hands and knees, and IĄŻm afraid that I am crawling back again. Time heals nothing-it doesnĄŻt heal a thing. It donĄŻt heal time, time donĄŻt heal a thingĄŠ. IĄŻm not expecting you to take me back or take me in. I know itĄŻs far too gone for everything to mean anything anymore. Maybe, just maybe I wanted to see whatĄŻs become of you. Or maybe I just wanted to say goodbyeĄŠ.
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Time DonĄŻt Heal A Thing (Sheer Terror)
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