We've said it all, haven't we? This snowy night, you're coming over... What is there to talk about? I've played it over and over In my cluttered mind, And it's done. There is nothing left to say... Except... We haven't talked about anything that is REAL Or what really went wrong between us. We could hash that out, I'm sure, But you come by just 20 minutes before work Which isn't enough time to say anything. So there's nothing left to say, Except... How angry I am with you. That you can only afford me 20 minutes of your precious time But you'll lay around in your bed all day with her... Like we used to do. We could talk about what went wrong... Except...
Reason for writing:
He's on his way...just a few thoughts before he arrives.
Birth sign: Aries
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