When I think about the past
I think of all the laughs we shared
I guess nice guys do finish last
Beacuse you never showed you cared
Up until that final moment when I turned and walked away
Right then is when I stopped care about what you had to say
You start to beg for me to stay
Because you couldn't stand the fact
Knowing that everything you had could vanish just like that
I guess the moral of my story is don't take things for granted
Appreciate all of the things in life that you've been handed

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