'You don't know how many times I've heard this I better go'His face stone-like from
And as he drives back home
he recites his mantra
' ...such a bitch'
And the next day
' ...whats wrong with me'
I haven't cried like this
in years,
Yet it is lost
He will never know
how much I wanted to love him
If he would have only let me.
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