When You Were gone II

by The Poetic Child   Aug 24, 2005


The Face of this Cheat Hurts me Inside,
I want to Just to get away from it and run and Hide

Some other Guy was with you that Night,
and you think I'm sit and think its alright

It Hurts me So Much I'd rather get Shot,
i already feel that way i got hit on the spot,

I feel my Heart Bleeding because of the sorrow,
and it will never get better by tomorrow,

I'm now Here Not Knowing Whats going to happen,
and my friends are talking to me and they start laugh-in,

I want to Cry But I'm trying to hold it down,
i cant feel happy, all u get is a Frown,

I look in the Mirror and i look in disgust,
Now I'm feeling bad and old and starting to rust,

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