As I lay upon my bed, the aching of my heart
Is due to you leaving fast, as if you were a dart
Dashing into the targot, sadly that was me
Flying past the window like a bee.
I never thought I'd see it coming.
I'm still suffering the heartache you gave me.
These are the thoughts that come to mind.
All the pain you left here with me.
I try to blow them int…
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