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"Wasnt supposed to be the reason. But, the cure for all your aches.

I was just another in a long line of your past mistakes.

I couldnt be what you dreampt up, wanted or needed.

No matter how close i held you ... that doubt in you would creep in.

I spilled myself inside a bottle hoping like hell the answer was there . Id drink myself sober again , so we could clear the air.

And there you were with diamond rings , pictures and early 20s flings . Break the glass just in case , holding onto their keepsakes.

Maybe, just maybe .

There was more to them than me

I couldnt be the judge, i wasnt there to see.

Hold on to your yellow roses.

No telling the direction this goes in.

Better to play it safe.

Break the glass for your keepsakes