These things people know, those to whom feel so alone. To bear the weight of stress on mind, To always be prodded by things all the time. We strive to be happy, though we say nothing is wrong, we hurt inside, and feel so alone.
So here I am alone, with the thoughts of my GF who will never come home. The thoughts the memories of things we used to love, keep fuckin with me in those thoughts up above. Where I look, where I turn, A memory that was happy now brings me sadness to know it won't go on.
Its hurts me, and won't leave me so I shut off the lights so the thoughts could evade me, though now in the dark , the sights aren't on mind, its what we used to have thats fuckin with my mind, and I can't have it anymore, these thoughts aren't true, and its fucking sucks she cheated on you.
So why do I love her, why is are happiness stuck in time? Sitting in the dark at my computer typing out my mind. I love her, she understood that, and told me to trust her, that started a gap, where I let her run free, and I should have known, to another guy for comfort at night, thank god not in my home.
Its meory that makes us hurt, but its memory that makes us happy. and These things won't stop comming at me.
I Hate to stand it, To understand I can;t go back, and yet here I am, where I live bout to have a heart attack.
I started to ryme, but I can't go on, this is like a story that was told by your mom.
So this is the truth, you ready lets go
I love you desiree, but you can never come home
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