I sit there and I think
Of what it was.
I sit there and wish I
Could hold her again.
I sit there and get
More and more angry.
I sit there and watch her
Dancing wishing she was still mine.
I sit there and think of what
She did to me & try to think of a reason why.
I sit there and I hate her guts and wish she would die.
But still I sit there and think of what it was
And wish she was still mine.

04/14/2003

Posted on 04/14/2003
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