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You won't miss me tonight.

Or think of me like I do you.

You won't reminiss of days on the court,

swinging on swings

or nights in your room.



It all comes back, with a vengance at that.

It all means nothing,

but still causes so much pain.

I still dream about you, and it rips out my heart.

Knowing it's too late.



You won't think of me tonight,

while I lie here wishing you did.

I don't know why it's so painful,

when it's been over for all these years.



Why do I want your affection?

When so much is already given to me?

Why havn't I written in years?

Because you bring feeling into this numbness I call life.

You always did.



I thought this was over?

Or was it burried so deep that I couldn't conceive it as still alive?

You bring me alive.

Your wit, your smile, the way you make me laugh.



Tears in my eyes, I smile at him.

He has to believe I live for this.

The truth is, a part of me died when you left.

I never woke up.



Not until you spoke to me again.

And even though you're thousands of miles away,

I lie here and dream of what could have been.



But it's over for you. Even if you throw in your misleading words.

All these years, for you it's been dead.



So why now? Why not when I needed you the most?

Why am I even contimplating?

When I know whats running through your mind.

you need this attention to fill the void in your life.



You won't miss me tonight,

as I lie here wishing you would.

I've never stopped loving you.

But I wish I did.