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My Excuse |
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Vexation From a cheating Husband by Gwendolyn K. Boyer |
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| How can you see the things that I see |
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| and still be alone? |
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| or touch my fears the way that you do |
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| and still be on your own? |
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| How can you meet someone who looks at you |
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| the way that I always did? |
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| yet, keep your emotions hidden from view |
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| after all of the things I did? |
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| How can you give so much that I can't |
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| receive it all? |
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| while you wait up all night for a call? |
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| How can my mind twist your name into a thousand words? |
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| yet, bend from the pressure of use? |
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| How can I watch as you break into and still not reach for you? |
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| How could I ever leave you? |
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| How is my only excuse. |
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Copyright �2004 Gwendolyn Kelly Boyer |
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