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i would rather not go

back to the old house.

there's too many bad memories.

there's too many memories there.

when you cycled by,

here began all my dreams.

the saddest thing

i'd ever seen.

and you never knew

how much I really liked you.

because I never even told you.

oh, and I meant to.

are you still there?

or have you moved away?

I would love to go

back to the old house.

but I never will.

I never will.

I never will.