It's official now our love is dead,
something for months and years I've dread.
My heart is now broken into two,
and no one to blame but me, not you.
I'm still in wonder what I did so wrong,
with associates and freinds telling me to be strong.
What am I to hold on to now that you're not here,
a pipe full of weed or a case full of beer?
Answer my question, how am I to go on?
to whom or to what now do I belong?
My stomach in knots, my head in a whirl,
my friends yelling up to me, "It's Only A Girl!!"
So if this is to where my life is ahead,
then fuck all this shit I'd rather be dead.
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Keith A. Lynema