Pieces of the Past

I thought I was a writer, that I could write the script
 And every word I made you say sounded stale out of your lips
 But I still wrote and you still read along
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 I didn't want to walk away from all that we had built
 So I sat silently in my guilt
 While you danced, I stood still
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 Holding on, pieces of the past
 And how, my God, did I think it could last?
 When I've seen the work my hands have done
 And I found I was the wrong one
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 My youth blinded me to all that you had felt
 Though what was never considered were the cards that I'd been dealt
 But you still played and I was torn
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 Well, I saw where the line was, but I clearly walked across
 And the look on your face made my stomach turn and toss
 'Cause I knew that you were lost
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 Holding on, pieces of the past
 And how, my God, did I think it could last?
 When I've seen the work my hands have done
 And I found I was the wrong one
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 In the summer I'll be married, and your family will have grown
 And the words of forgiveness that we never spoke
 Will be known, will be known