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Why Am I

I'm listening to the radio 

and I've heard a song 

that's made me cry

It made me think of you

And of all that I was missing 

Natures ganging up on me

The sky's the colour of you eyes

The leaves the colour if your hair

I swear to god 

I smell your fragrance in the air 

All I'm left with 

are memories

Life 

Is so fucking unfair

It's you I want to be with

Alone again?

Giajl © Jim Love