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by Christina Nov 17, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
Sometimes I need to know, What's more important? Me or that life you used to live. That thing that always brings me down. Why not think of me before you, While I'm shaking I'm writing, A love poem I never knew. But you don't see the tears. You live that bachelor's life, Not recognizing that you have a wife. But I let you go with a smile, That only lasts for that little while. Then my face is swallowed by my tears, And my heart races for all my fears. How can you not see? What you causing me to be. Paranoid mess lying on the floor, With my heart tore. I wish for you to be happy, But your happiness isn't with me