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Deep Pain
Everyday that goes by I sit and think.
How she truly did mean.
I broke her heart and a vice versa scene.
I wish I could have treated her like a princess.
I wish she was my queen.
But all the love she had on me vanished along with these.
And with ease she learned to love again.
But here I remain in pain.
How I disire sweet dreams of a permanent sleep.
But yet when I speak of her I can't breath.
She is everything to me.
But now she was something to me.
I get angry through my pain.
Yell with my sorrow.
For my broken heart is sure to fail tomorrow if any if any.
I know of so many times we had and shared.
Promises been made and love was there.
Now I sit starring in a hole of forgotten.
I wish I could have take things I said back.
Re-lived some day in the past to fully understand.
I loved her and she loved me.
But not its a different way I see.
Why do I feel something with her.
When she doesn't feel the same.
I can never talk to her without leaving me to blame.
I guess I am destined for this gift of nothing.
Forever to never have anything good in my life.
Swollow the pain.
Realize this change.
It will never be the same.
How she truly did mean.
I broke her heart and a vice versa scene.
I wish I could have treated her like a princess.
I wish she was my queen.
But all the love she had on me vanished along with these.
And with ease she learned to love again.
But here I remain in pain.
How I disire sweet dreams of a permanent sleep.
But yet when I speak of her I can't breath.
She is everything to me.
But now she was something to me.
I get angry through my pain.
Yell with my sorrow.
For my broken heart is sure to fail tomorrow if any if any.
I know of so many times we had and shared.
Promises been made and love was there.
Now I sit starring in a hole of forgotten.
I wish I could have take things I said back.
Re-lived some day in the past to fully understand.
I loved her and she loved me.
But not its a different way I see.
Why do I feel something with her.
When she doesn't feel the same.
I can never talk to her without leaving me to blame.
I guess I am destined for this gift of nothing.
Forever to never have anything good in my life.
Swollow the pain.
Realize this change.
It will never be the same.
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