Dear Alice,


Daydreaming about millions and someone to call my wife
Still drinking for that one girl who decided to take her life
Blaming myself like there was something I could’ve done
It was years ago but I still feel like she was the one
I still remember the first day I saw her
She was like someone out of a dream
The type of dream that feels real, no blur
She was the prettiest girl I’d seen in while
But never said anything out of fear I wasn’t worth her while
And now it’s too late
Now she’s gone
The only girl I was too scared to ask out on date
Now I hate myself for being so useless and wrong


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