Without a Backward Glance
Just walk away, that's what I'm told
It sounds so easy to do
But how do you walk away
From the one that found your heart?
Granted, it was only a small part
But you were the first to really reach it
So was I a fool to believe you?
Believe you when you say you care,
That you think about me, that you miss me?
You'd think that I'd have learned my lesson
I've been fed those lines time and time again
Well, I guess the time has come
For me to walk away
Just one foot in front of the other
Without a backward glance. . .
© 2013 Shannon
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