
You know, I always forget to ask "how are you"
Brushing the dust off the buried sorrows and I think of what to ask you
Because it's most likely you won't be around in a couple of weeks, or days, or even in a couple of hours
I think of how I felt when I had the chance to vent in your company
And how instead I would steal the conversation and drift it towards the desired moan that would eventually drive our fall
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Which Could Be My Loss
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But, I always forget to ask questions like, "How you been, how you feel, how has life been treating your field?"
And how I tend to forget that my heart will steal



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