I cry on the bed when she's gone
It's nothing she did
I guess I haven't moved on
and I just stare
Guilt ridden photos in a folder
Not of her.
What's wrong with me
Why can't let go of her
You plus me was
Perfect
To be honest
The way you looked in my eyes
She has intimacy issues
and she won't look at me
Am I ugly?
What is she fantasizing
I cry on the bed when she's gone
It's nothing she did
I'm just trying to move on
and I stare
at the ceiling fan as it turns
why's it still hurt?
my heads spins in circles
I want her
not you
But our history's too long
and you also
did nothing wrong
Maybe I'll never move on
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