I could walk with you
To the end of the earth
Talk with you
Until my throat unbearably hurts
Sit with you
In the rain or the snow
Quit with you
Just leave everything and go
When did these declarations become void?
When did another man become the better choice?
At what point did your heart begin to divert?
And have you since at any point felt bad for how much I hurt?
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