As I sit here
Day after day,
I ask myself.
How is this going to help?
How is sulking in the corner
Going to change the outcome?
How is wishing that it never happened
Going to change it?
Event hough I know it won't help anything
I can't stop myself from thinking it will.
For loosing you is the worst thing
that has happenedto me, and
I would do anything to get you back.
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