Does it haunt you,
knowing that we can't be?
Does it haunt you,
knowing you're not with me?
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Does it haunt you,
knowing you'll never be mine?
Does it haunt you,
knowing that I'm not fine?
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Does it haunt you,
knowing that we'll never touch?
Does it haunt you,
knowing I love you so much?
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Does it haunt you,
knowing I cry all these tears?
Does it haunt you,
knowing we wasted 2 years?
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Because it haunts me,
knowing you were just pretending.
And it haunts me,
knowing my perfect love is ending.
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So what's really haunting you?
Is it the same as me?
Or is the only thing that's haunting you,
the memory of me?
~*~ Jill ~*~