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Words from Before It's Too Late by Goo Goo Dolls.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008
THAT'S why.

Are you seriously asking me why the hell I have reservations? I mean, let's be honest here. At one point in time that was the best that has ever happened to me. Ever. At ONE point. If I go, that'll be another looking in scenario that I seriously have been wanting to avoid. It'll be like watching a snake peel off its skin. It looks too long, tedious, and horribly painful. Just like these past few years. I still love you though. As always. But still... I'd like to think I'm happier now. Let me. Please. You never really loved me anyway, did you?