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Dimestore Whore (Of The Miramichi)
by John Michael Ray

I don't know what to say
Been so much clearer
Since that cloud drifted away
I don't know what went wrong
Can't help but wonder
What I missed when I was gone
I don't know where to go
But I keep getting warned
To go there nice and slow
I don't know what to do
Been to the edge and back
And somehow pulled it through

I'm letting go
I've been there before
Don't want to do this ever again
Don't want to even up the score
No holding on
It wasn't meant to be
These days I'm glad it's over
I'm glad it isn't me

I don't know why I'm here
Too many nights
Tempting the darkness with the fear
I don't know why you came
Too many nights
Torn down by anger, hurt and shame
I don't know why I tried
Only to see it end
Through caustic, conscious lies
I don't know why it's me
Who seemed to give you strength
You needed just to leave

I'm letting go
I've been there before
Don't want to do this ever again
Don't want to even up the score
No holding on
It wasn't meant to be
These days I'm glad it's over
I'm glad it isn't me

I don't care about the cost
You can't appreciate
Until you've felt the loss
I don't care about the pain
It's worth the risk
For nothing ventured, nothing gained
I don't care about the time
Lest I forget the waste
When you turned on your dime
I don't care about the past
Brought us to where we are
And who you are at last

I'm letting go
I've been there before
Don't want to do this ever again
Don't want to even up the score
No holding on
It wasn't meant to be
These days I'm glad it's over
I'm glad it isn't me

Walked through kaleidoscopes of love
Brought something home from every one
Stored up like mental souveniers
Played at life's midway games and won
Though I will never see the spoils
Nor any lesson learned from you
In life my greatest prize of all
A well planned, wrapped and tied, "We're through!"

I'm letting go
I've been there before
Don't want to do this ever again
Don't want to even up the score
No holding on
It wasn't meant to be
These days I'm glad it's over
I'm glad it isn't me


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