01 Shawna L.
I could ignore the fact;
That you didn�t call or care to write,
But I�m not that far gone.
And I know what makes me happy,
And thinking of you isn�t one of them.
And I know what makes me cry,
The fact that I still love you.
And like you would ever understand,
The pain of another.
If it wasn�t your heart,
You were wearing on your sleeve.
But you, you are a torture,
For when I�m not sober.
And I think it�s time to understand;
That you are so far gone,
You might as well leave.
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