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Regret
Your heart is broken
and you blame me
I guess it wasn't meant to be.
You hate me
for what i've done
that i'm not pacing, my hand's wrung.
You look at me
your mind set
that for the pain I will regret.
My neck is broken
it's your hands that are wrung
your regret just begun.
i didn't like it
well not really
it seemed forced to me
ash
Much Love
Ashley