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by Molly Elizabeth Feb 5, 2005 category : Love, romance / lost love
Eight o'clock rolls by you haven't even called you left me alone in this world you left me feeling small. The night falls deeper as I slip into this misery a constant reminder of all we used to be. I guess you haven't changed your with her again and just as I would have guessed it you are more then friends. You take me for an idiot, as a naive fool. I guess it hurt at first but I'm sure I can get over you. I'm keeping it together trying to think straight wondering what happened to you if this was all really fate. You walk by, without slight acknowledgment makes me wonder and question if your feelings were ever real, I'm not sure how to feel.