But not when your in this state of mind,
Not when hearing and listening,
Are hard too find.
I could have done a million things,
But not when you won't do it either,
When all you want is to be the feeder,
Of my love once warm.
I could have had a million things,
To add to our memory list,
If you had not given me this emotional fist,
Yet you did.
There are a million things I could do,
But you got your way,
I still stay,
Here thinking of you.
|And even if you where a book, I could still write a book|
on how this hurts.
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