Everywhere I look
In this house alone
I see her standing
But now she is gone

I miss her everyday
Like a piece of me is lost
Then I feel the pain
Of my heart being tossed

Tossed into the trash
With all the other junk
Crushed up and smashed
Left, not even a chunk

Will my heart heal
I'm not fully sure
Sometimes I don't want
To find it the cure

Finding it will mean
She is really the past
All because I moved slow
When I should have moved fast

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