Red eyes and tear-stained cheeks As I wonder what I did wrong. None of your other relationships Lasted too long, either, But for some reason I thought That I would be different, That maybe I was special. I guess not. And that song, that damned song That reminds me so much of you... Do they have to play it on the radio so often? It's tormenting me, just like thoughts That I'll never kiss you again, Or just hold you, pondering my good fortune. Why? I don't know, guess I never will. Maybe I don't want to.
Reason for writing:
My first break-up...one of the most painful, emotional experiences of my life. Had to work through it somehow! :-)
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