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As much as i think of you and it hurt me,

i hope you realize you miss me hearing Mercy,

i'm sure you were worthy, but was i?

don't lie with that excuse, nice try,

i didn't really die when you left me but still,

i can't shake the feeling of being pushed back down the hill,

almost a full year since our time and to this day,

i wish i spent it in a different way,

with you in my arms or in my cell,

instead i walk and live in my own hell,

i invented it and have yet to destroy it,

if you're annoyed then pretend you don't know it,

cause i'm annoyed if i'm left again with more

then she ever felt for me before,

she left for Italy, or college, or her home,

i have so much left for her, yet i'm alone.