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Break-Up
When I think about you and you think about me
I wish I could know what it is that you see
Are you happy or sad? Are you still feeling mad?
Are you happy and glad or do you hate this so bad?
Are your tears my tears, but they just fall in your heart?
Does it hurt you so much that we have fallen apart?
Can you still catch your breath when you're alone in your bed?
Or is it harder to breathe when I run through your head?
Do you miss me at all or do you feel like a fool?
Should I give in and call or does that make me a tool?
All these questions engage me and tear into my brain
Then they start to enrage me, they just fill me with pain.
Though I try to repress all the feelings I hide
No words can express what Im feeling inside
So rather than bug you and call you today
I wrote down this poem to hope that you'll say
When you fianlly read this at the end of the day:
"God, what have I done, he was such a good lay." : D (just kidding)
