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Nothing but a minor memory now,

a look back and wonder why i ever chose to allow,

know how when your gut tells you its bad,

and you didn't listen... but wish you had?

It's easy to think about it and admit i miss you,

maybe just maybe alone has been safer then with you,

maybe the delusions were when i kissed you,

could be all make believe and i pretended to be with you.

Maybe don't miss you, maybe being happy is what i desire,

either way no point expecting truth from a liar,

heart hung out on a wire, smile remains a token,

sometimes things just stay broken.

Know when a life as messy and combustible as you,

opens my door and walks on through,

quite easy for a fireball like you,

to leave destruction and ashes in its wake like you do.