I can't tell you how it hurts,
when we walk towards the park again.
I never knew it.
And the song,
in the car caught me off guard.
It killed me,
knowing you were hearing it too.
But maybe it meant something too,
as we skipped rocks and told our jokes,
and as the ac kissed your neck and cheeks,
I couldn't help but realize,
it shouldn't matter.
It wouldn't make me feel any better.
And I could cry, I could.
Cause I never noticed how the winter hit you.
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