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Innocent, in a rut She said she loved me but She had to go, there wasn't enough Reason left to stay Inner peace, in her heart She tore my mind apart This was years ago when I was smart Just not in the right way It's almost Christmas It was springtime yesterday Truth isn't in the middle But somewhere at the bottom of the page Lovers leave, dying leaves Have fallen from the trees I found someone and she believes In what I'm trying to do Wind blows in, windows seal Cold is how I often feel Now I'm the one left to deal with The children that we've made The ending to the story Could be happy all around If not for the message That I just found Letter head, let her know I've really let her go I wish the best for you, you know And don't forget to write Out of reach, out of space How I wish it weren't the case She was misused and out of place And me, I'm still the same The children now have children Maybe when they've grown I am no longer scared When I'm alone Said to read and to know How much you loved me so I did not forget my coat It's wintertime again I was first, nothing last It slowly changed so fast Do you regret the past Or was it all a dream