You told me you'll no longer have to go out to war.
You told me I'll no longer have to miss you pouring the jar.You said they're talking peace
we'll mend that broken piece
And maybe share a kiss.
And we won't live like this.Now you've gone back
You don't even write back.
I shed tears when I bakeWhy do you have to pay,
Pay the price for their jay.Come back home dear,
Back to me,
Back before I lose you dear.
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To You(my Dear World)[#TheWattys2017]#TEAwards
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