Still
Sometimes when she is on my mind,
I let her make my memories blind,
And forget how she left me behind,
How I would be undermined,
My life lit up then thrown aside,
The sanity I never did find,
How after we would lay entwined,
Where I stood would be defined,
And she left me to myself remind,
That nevermore would she be mine.
This truth hurts, and that is why,
I think about her all the time.
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