My Love, by Lillian
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It really breaks my heart
To know we'll never finish anything we start
And it makes me feel I was born with cursory
Since we never get an actual anniversary
I gave you everything
Waited at your beck and call
I made you a part of my dreams
I caught your every fall
People say I'm complicated
But you're the reason we've vacated
A relationship that seems so right
But is ruined by your confusion one night |
Posted: 2007-08-10 00:07:29 UTC |
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