"Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now. Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same. When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down, because my heart breaks a little when I hear your name. Too young, too dumb to realize that I should have bought you flowers and held your hand. I should have gave you all my hours when I had the chance, or take you to every party because I know you like to dance. My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways caused a good strong woman like you to walk out of my life. Now I'll never, never get to clean up the mess I made and it haunts me every time I close my eyes. Although it hurts, I'll be the first to say that I was wrong. I know I'm probably much too late to try and apologize for my mistakes."
"Do you want a guy like that?"
"No, I don't like to dance."
"Everyone wants a guy like that."
"What, smothering?"
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